Our Self-Written Obituaries – Arpan Chatterjee, Subroto Park, Delhi
The 171st death.
[Text and photos sent by Arpan Chatterjee]
They found Arpan Chatterjee in his room hanging from the ceiling fan, all stiff. They also discovered a pile of ashes in the patio containing pieces of him throughout his time on this planet: pictures, clothes, pages from his erratic journal and probably a few dozen more self-obituaries written throughout the course of his life before this one pulled through.
“If I go, I’m gone” he used to say, to himself more than anyone else. He didn’t believe that this particular world is sinned. He didn’t believe in a better place. But he did believe that no one needed to remember someone as dissenting and as insignificant as him. So he took all the elements of his existential proof to the best of his abilities and left for good or for worse. (Or did he at all?)
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at firstname.lastname@example.org.