Death is a trick

Death is a trick.
A celebration of a life because suddenly, they open the box - past mistakes, secret conversations, old photographs.

It could be a grand exit. Could be an entrance, too.

But let's call it traveling, shall we?

We could call it a postcard.
Or a snapshot.

Like, eating ice cream in a floating cottage, giggling over some secret story of that one night back when you were still in college and you realized life is there for the taking.