As the soil fall upon me I attempted to maneuver my body above the soil to build some sort of raised bed for myself and to prevent myself from suffocating, which, I somehow managed to do with my bed-ridden body (god knows when I last did proper exercise)

I pulled myself onto my knees surrounded by a sea of other graves,some covered in moss and some gleaming under the clear blue skies and wondered how long have I last seen it.

The skies I mean, of course this is the first time I've been....buried, according to the gravestone that reads:

"Barry Wong
1996-2015
May we meet again"

Well, my parents are in for a good shock.