Sitting at her desk, looking at the assignment written on the board, she saw proof of her belief teachers had a morbid sense of humor.
“Write your own eulogy.”
All things considered, it could be seen as an omen of sorts, how such a dark subject tied in so well with her own thoughts. She opened her notebook to a blank page; holding her pen over the page she thought about what to write. Truth or exaggeration? While she figured he classmates would write fanciful accounts of impossible deeds and accomplishments, she had no desire for such nonsense. No, something deep inside demanded truth. Raw, unblemished truth. The sort which didn’t bring comfort to the reader. Dark and sadistic, the words began to form before the pen touched paper.
“ Erin died today. One moment she was here and the second she was not. Few took note of it and fewer still cared. What she might have accomplished, what her dreams were, her hopes or fears went with her as silently as she did herself.
There was no viewing, no pictures nor flowers, No one stood to speak of her or for her, the funeral hall was dark and silent as it should be. There was no funeral, no mourners, no priest to talk her into eternity. Only the cold dark of a grave no one would visit. No headstone or marker. Nothing to note her passage across this Earth.
Only this eulogy buried in a stack of ungraded papers and she was fine with that.”
She doubted anyone really cared one way or the other, it was just a kid’s scribbling to fill a page and get a grade no one would remember.