I’m so glad to be up here. I still dream of being buried in the lake.

When I die (or preferably, about to die so I get to see it all again), no Viking funeral, just take me to the deepest part of Lake Temagami, fold my hands on my chest, and let me go.

Tell them never to raise my bones.

I can find no greater peace than to lie still in the frozen waters of the great Canadian Shield, in my home.

Tell them.

These are my wishes for disposal.

(Spread my ashes if you must, if the authorities won’t allow you to sink a body without dredging me out of the lake. I would, however, prefer to be whole and at the bottom, to feed the lake with my corporeal and spiritual essence. I’ll settle for spiritual, if required.)

Otherwise, under cover of night…

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1368 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear
Comics: The Scumbag 8-9, Deadly Class 46-47
Music: Warped Tour (Camden, NJ), Sublime (it's bootleg season, if you care)