In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It's funny the things that cross your mind when you think you're about to die. My bed was unmade, and I had some dirty clothes on my floor. When my mom goes to clean out my closet, would I disappoint her from the next world? Dust the VCR. Vacuum under the bed. All those nagging lessons gone to waste. Her daughter had died a slob."
"Thank You For Dying,"
The Angle: Vol. 2007
, Article 2.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2007/iss2/2