Yesterday I officiated a funeral. This was not your typical funeral. For one thing, I was the only one in attendance. For another thing, I did both the killing and the burying.
Most years come to a gradual end and quietly die of old age on December 31. People pay their respects through small gestures. Year in review photo albums, comments on the highs and lows, resolutions in hopes of tweaking some things for the next year…
I decided that I could not allow 2015 to have its own typical, peaceful end. So I took it upon myself to kill it.
As if a small bit of justice can be served by me killing it early, having the final word. So, on December 18, I killed 2015. Burned it and buried it.
And let me tell you, in case you are ever planning to burn a book that represents a year of your life,