The question, posed by his wife as they were discussing funeral plans, was one previously asked but now freshly minted following a memorial for a close friend.
Of course, she had meant, would he prefer burial or cremation.
He had
given his stock answer: Just put me in a black bag and leave me out with the
bins.
But that
had prompted a new question. Which week? Rubbish or recycling? Would you rather
wake up in landfill or come to in a processing plant?
At that
point he regretted not paying the extra to sign up for the garden waste.
[A
hundred-word story - 20 October 2022]
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