It was a hot summer day and freshly hatched flies darkened your massive window bay. Inside your decaying bloated carcass millions of larvae are eating your flesh they are eating you slowly away. Your room had such a rancid stench The New London Day gave it away how long you laid all alone on the floor four days old it was on your piano bench out your body bag I saw a single fly take flight in the embalming room that only leads to a big fight. Rule is, turn out all the lights and open the door Because they will then take to the air and bother you no more. For a perfect viewing you must be purged of your infestation. Step One, hook your nostril to a rubber hose, Step Two, turn up the pressure so the water flows, Step Three, push on your chest to break up there home, I call it their nest, Step Four, Watch them all swim for their life as they exit out the other side of your nose. I have a fetish for death I need to touch with my bare hand slowly combing your hair with my fingers strand by strand. I take out my Sterling Silver Mirror and then place it upon your frigged lips and then I have to then put on a plastic frown when I see no BREATH!!!!