Covered from head to fingers and toe in white, with a silver ornate mask on. It's like I'm sort of human artifice- a sleeping statue. Back when I was still obsessed with hanging, I'd imagine myself inside of a giant semi-opaque sphere lampion. My corpse would have shone through like a sillhouette and the rope would have held it all up the branches of an majestic oak
That wasn't the question though haha. Well, there is a part of me that wishes that I'd just be able to stare death in its face like some stalwart warrior. I always thought that would make for a good open casket. Knowing my SI though, I'd wager panic would overcome me quite quickly. I would retch for air and shit. See things. The location I've chosen is a peaceful and awe-inspiring spot. But I'd fully expect that something will turn out funny. Rain, storm and thunder. Some loud and obnoxious critter. Friggin car noises that can always be heard no matter where you are.
Doesn't matter though. As long as you've found peace with yourself- and I would like to think that I did. Then your mind will find ways to ease your passing I hope. Maybe point your eyes towards the right things. Give you that that one small detail to hyperfocus on and just drift.
God, that would be beautiful