Some question my sincerity. Why aren’t you at work, they ask? All my cells are dying so they can hurry up and come back as something else, I say. I guess I believe in life after death. But I guess I believe the opposite, too. Let’s pray for yearly full-body MRIs, that way we can see it coming. We can compare skeletons and find shapes in the clouds of our kidneys and lungs. A spoon. A rabbit behind some bushes. A hand missing a finger. A man traveling to Europe. Mickey Mouse laughing. A plane falling from the sky.