Doors and More Doors

The rocks under you start sliding out of position. Suddenly, rocks start falling onto you and there's nothing you can really do about it except sit there and get sucked away under layers and layers of earth. You die there, maybe from suffocation, maybe from the impacts. No matter the case, you're dead. Years later, a climber finds you and brings your corpse to the police. There's a whole investigation, but truly nothing comes of it. They rule it off as what it was: an accident. You're buried and then you're forgotten. Never ever spoken about again. However, this doesn't mean you had no meaning. The place where you died is now a river, with cracks caused from the avalanche you created. A brother and sister frolic in the water and, afterwards, they walk to the bright green grass and lay down, looking up at the sky. Clouds make funny shapes and they laugh, pointing to one that looks like Elvis Presley's hairdoo. That's the thing about life. No matter what, we always keep living it.