BBodies started falling like sickened apples first in Wuhan and then in most countries of the world except for a few, like Vanuatu or the Marshall Islands where you might still find flame angel fish because all the tourists left and won't be back for a long time. Many of us kept a diary, observing our loneliness and the loneliness of our neighbors; which of them had milk and eggs delivered and which had pizza or Chinese takeout. No one wanted bodies bagged then taken away for cremation, the confusion of paperwork left behind by the newly dead who didn't see their deaths coming. It's an industry all to itself, this thing called dying. Some profit more than others. Meanwhile, scientists keep working in their labs, testing for new ways to kill any germ at its root. Others say they've found a serum that brings to life the heart and liver or kidney and brain of disembodied pigs. Not so long ago we used to have parties for which a whole roast pig was ordered. It presided over the buffet table: caramel colored crackling skin, Red Delicious stuck in the open mouth of a grin. Think of it— As if living inside the shroud of death weren't enough, now we also have to consider the possibility of zombie animals.
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