I met a dead man today - He was slumped, legs stretched across the pavement. "Dead man," I said, "What are you doing?" "Dead man?" he asked. "Yes." "Me?"
I nodded. His eyes were glassy grey. "I suppose... I suppose I am doing nothing. Being dead. Decomposing" I nodded again. "That seems fair, dead man." A maggot fell from his left nostril. "Will you come to my funeral?"
I thought a moment, "No." "Why, live girl?" "I am busy. I have made arrangements." It started to rain. "That seems fair." I nodded a final time and said,
"Yes, and it has started to rain. Goodbye, dead man." "Goodbye!" He smiled toothily, face frozen in rigor mortis, And turning, I kicked his paper cup into the gutter.