Siamee Surrounds

Siamee's recycling continues at pace after his death almost two months ago. By now, his chemical essence is passing along mycelial network paths to nourish plants and trees at who know what distance from his final place of rest, an ideal progression from one phase of life to the next. Nothing except tiny agents of decay and digestion disturbed his remains, as it is in the natural realm. If I am fortunate enough to expire outside in a secret place where no one is likely to find my remains until I am at similar stage of transition, then all will benefit more than if some damned mortician applies obscene tools and trade to embalm me for no good reason. Walking through forestland absorbing Siamee, it's comforting to know he surrounds.