Can you foresee your death? One fine morning, can you know That you'll be gone by That afternoon? Does the Buddhist bird on Your right shoulder whisper The time and the place of Your demise and the way You'll pass away? It seemed so in my Grandpa's case. He woke up that day. Visited the family barber whom We still paid in grains. Had his bath, Put on a new shirt Which was very unlike him. Then applied Vibhooti on His forehead and visited All the temples in the village. On the way back, met his Usual friends. Sat with them Under the Banyan tree by The end of the street. And when he was back home By mid-day, we kids were Dancing off to really loud Music put up by my father. For some reason Grandpa Got irked by it and got into An argument and a brief fight With my father- A classic case of Indian fathers- "I don't know how to hug you But this is goodbye, son." Then he ate lunch served By my grandma in the kitchen. I hope he really thanked her In his own way and pleaded Sorry for the stuff he put Her through. Then he went to the other House for a nap. There was urine on the floor When Grandma went to Wake him up. He had passed away In his sleep. Quick and painless and Didn't burden anyone. People in the locality Called it a good death. I too agree if you ask me. He should've emptied His bladder before his nap though. Maybe the Budhhist birds Wanted the scene to be A bit messy to avoid suspicion.