Spiral into Insanity

If I were to die tomorrow...

If I were to be destroyed, would I simply laugh?

If I were to be wiped from existence, would I eagerly agree to my obliteration?

What would happen to me?

Would I be surrounded in a brilliant light and float up into the skies?

Perhaps I'd float in an endless void, a tiny speck in a vast, uncaring universe, with infinity casting me a nasty glare?

An unsettling discomfort in your stomach churns -- you feel a cold, terrifying sense of dread...

Or mayhaps I would enjoy the longest of rests; a warm comfort fills me as I drift off into an endless "sleep"?

How would I die?

Would it be painful? Or painless?

Would thousands of flames scorch my body, charring to a fine crisp as I scream?

Would I be trapped in the ocean's waves, screaming for non-existent help as I slowly being pulled down into the my soon watery grave? Would I look up to see the sun's fine rays amidst a swirl of blue, the light blue fading away to a dark, black smudge that slowly obscures my vision as I flail my limbs helplessly?

Eventually I pass, floating in my watery grave?

Would I meet my end by suffocation? The cold hands of an insane murderer wrapping around me, his devious smile being the last thing to burn in my eyes?

Or would I be charred to a crisp with a thousand of bolts, each frying my precious vital organs and brain to a fine mush?

Would I be missed?

Would people remember me as a friend, father, and husband?

Would my name be remembered?

Would my dear wife cry, holding her -- our -- child as they in front of my casket?

Or... would they not care?

Would they refuse to remember me?

They would ignore my death.

My name would never be spoken of again, down to when all existence is destroyed.

I would be forgotten; I'd truly be dead. Never to be heard of again.

''It seems that the discomfort has grown. You feel tears welling up, but never leaving your eyes. A worried expression is fixed upon your face...''

... I'm just the vibration of a clump of atoms that just so happened to clump together; A truly unique and impossible combination that would -- very soon -- come to its end...

It would eventually dismantle; break apart. And I -- the result of that miracle combination -- would drift apart for all eternity. And I would be gone; floating in an unimaginable void, where even sadness can't exist...

A disturbing smile curls across your lips; The smile of a mad man...

You sit there, pleasantly staring at a white wall...

A flash of inspiration streaks across your mind like a painter's brilliant red elegantly gliding along a dull white canvas. It wouldn't be the only thing that would be painted red that day...

It seems to me there is only one way to find out. I know what I must do.

GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!!!