It was not disease from which I died,
So do not put that as a cause;
Nor was it an act of God
That took away this life of mine.

It could never have been an accident,
An injury or a suicide,
And it was not cold-blooded murder,
Nor starvation or old age.

My death was not a statistic,
But merely another death.

My cause of death was only one thing,
And that one thing only I would have you know:
My cause of death will be your cause of death
And the cause of all causes of all death.

My cause of death is life.
So do not put anything down.

My time came and brought my end
In this place so now I may be free.
Only one way exists to beat the
Insatiability of this existence:
Simply to be satisfied and accept all.

Why be dissatisfied with a life
When we know it’s insatiability?
There must always be this dissatisfaction
In this life
For this life is not complete in and of itself.

My cause of death is life I know,
As your cause will be too.
Please don’t prolong this life artificially,
With machines that take my freedom,
For my time is over when it’s over,
And has begun again when it is over.

Then burn that body I inhabited,
Don’t let it rot in the ground,
So that I may be freed from these
Earth’s ties more quickly this time around.