They asked us to write a poem about death, or something that summed up life. I don’t know. I wasn’t running on all cylinders. We had just crashed a wedding, with Christmas lights and ukelele music, and cupcakes. We even joined the circle that formed around the bride and groom’s dance. Fell into a group hug. A gentleman with one eye and a yellow shirt waved us in. I hope to someday be just as gracious to strangers. So when we went upstairs and they asked me to write a death poem, you have to believe I tried. ~ "****. I hope there’s nothing out there.” -“Zen Death Poem”by Austin Heath.