What Happened When Frank Died: Meat


Frank died.

He tried to move. He couldn’t.

He was wet.

He was meat.

He lay in the bathtub, still aware. He felt like an ant trapped under a big fat foot; crushed, unable to twitch.

Frank lay in the bath like this a long while. He still felt the pain in his wrists. He felt the blood congealing as it petered out of him, not ready, itself, to die.

But, Frank was dead. He knew it. His eyes did not work, his fingers didn’t wiggle and his heart certainly didn’t beat. Frank wanted to panic. Wanted to scream in exasperation. But, panic, without a heart, is impotent.

So, Frank waited, listening to his fingers prune. He waited until strong arms dragged his corpse from the tub. They let his feet slam on the cold tiles. He heard one of the men carrying him wonder aloud, “who frickin kills themselves at this age?”

“You’d be surprised, actually,” another man responded, “statistically, it’s not that uncommon.”

He heard the other man grunt. Frank was loaded into a car and taken away. He eventually felt himself dry, and then cold, very cold.

He didn’t feel like panicking anymore. He didn’t feel like crying, though the thought had crossed his dead mind.

All he could think was how much crueler a thing life turned out to be. He thought this, and then he thought about pigeons as it seemed as good a thing as any to think about.

He felt every prick, pinch, slice, stitch and stab of being taken apart and put back together. By then, Frank had lost all reason. He didn’t understand the words spoken over his suited corpse. He didn’t understand the air being sealed around him or the six foot roller coaster ride to peace.

He then laid there; still, stone, stiff, dead. He only thought one more thing. Not words. When his skin began to fall off his bones, he felt a brief urge to giggle.


    • Yeah. I feel that way too. I had a girlfriend about ten years ago. Very brief. She used to tell me how her mother was terrified of dying because she believed you continue feeling whatever happens to your body. It’s one of those things that I never forgot simply because of how strangely horrifying I found it.


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