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I was at a funeral today
and all I could think about
was my own death
and how no one
will mourn over me.

No one will be there
at my memorial
because no one
has fond memories of me.

As the eulogy was performed,
my eyes filled with tears
not for the one who has passed
but for myself.

Then I thought, of course,
how could I expect anyone
to mourn such a selfish person.