For the entirety of my life until now, I never knew what my epitaph would say. Everyone else seemed to know how they wanted their death to be concluded, but I didn’t.
Now, I finally do, and it feels very right. It was an epiphany, and it came to me on my way to work.
My epitaph: “In the grips of decay, she was murdered by Entropy.”
If you ever see this, you should know that you are standing by my grave.