My Eulogy

She lived an utterly complete life,

There was not a day she did not exhaust before its passage, and I'm very sure too many Fridays heaved a heavy sigh at the closing of her eyelids as she finally succumbed to sleep.

She lived like an artist chased by insanity,

Life was her canvas and she in every sense of the six-letter word, was quite the artist. She refused to be held to one piece, one wish, one script, her hands did not stop writing, her body, acting, her mouth speaking, or her vocal cords, singing.

As I speak all these words I would understand if one thought of her spirit as restless but boy are you wrong, she was the most attentive, and stable-spirited person. Around her, there was an assuredness, there was nothing unachievable to her, no sky too far up to reach, no god too powerful to stop her. She rivaled Babel, she was her own Chi.

I know even death feared to hold her soul, If Hades were real, he would relinquish his position to her,

Not only would she love Persephone better, but her hands would tend the otherworldly souls better, even in her most perverse and sadistic forms, I know her art would triumph.

If she is ever reincarnated, I know she would choose to be a Star or a Goddess with powers to protect women, but if she’s forced into this earthly dimension with us humans again, I hope she comes as a nepo baby who uses her father's billions to overthrow the current system and build a matriarchy where women have all the power.

More than all of these I know that she died empty, with nothing left in her to gift the day, and for that I would forever be grateful.

This is how my eulogy must read.