You are normal and that is why you must die.
Because one day,
this will all be behind you, above
you, below you –
depending on where you go.

You might (a) be buried six
feet under, locked in a box
that costs more than your savings,
but what does it matter?
                You’re (b) dead anyway, burned
into ashes, disintegrated
                particles exploding into the abyss.
Or maybe (c) you believe in Heaven,
a sanctuary of eternity
                           promised to the meek.

It doesn’t matter. Soon enough
you will (d)ie, because you are
normal, and that is what happens.