What Does It Mean To Be Human?

When you die, you went to heaven; at least that's what I believed. Everyone deserves a death, I was gonna die of old age; surrounded by children and grandchildren, not unclaimed and forgotten. Death was always a certainty, the punch line we could all see coming but not for us, death isn't the end, but the beginning. So here we are; overlooked and forgotten; unnatural and supernatural; watching the dance from the sidelines. So what have we got left to look forward to; us refugees, the flotsam and jetsam of death? Maybe, if we still deserve such a thing as mercy... we find each other.