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For When You Love Me Like a Beautiful Corpse

December 6, 2011

“When he was very young, Thomas Mann wrote a naively entrancing story about death: in that story death is beautiful, as it is beautiful to all those who dream of it when they are very young, when death is still unreal and enchanting, like the bluish voice of distances.”

The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera

I will rest in peace, I won’t wander on the heels of my best friends shouting “booh” at their most tender moments, as long as I die in a wonderful way. This is something I’ve thought a lot about. Mostly in the bath tub, sometimes at parties. I really enjoy making frightening declarations about my death, especially over Kentucky Gentlemen and National Bohemian. Here is how I would like to die.

Stella McCartney silk Playsuit, $195

I have finally cracked and am living alone on some large estate. I wear only silk and lace. One day while wandering the grounds in a turban, a Chinese silk jacket, and far too much lipstick AC shows up. I know what I did. We duel with antique pistols. I die, she holds my body and cries, covered in blood. The official story is that I died while cleaning my beloved pistol collection. She knows what she did.

Halston Heritage shorts, $325

I am a retired assassin. Only 25, I have too much money and a whole life ahead of me. I move to Australia and open up a Mexican restaurant called Maria’s Taco. There are sequins everywhere. It is everything you want when you arrive in Australia immediately after watching Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I made a lot of enemies as an assassin, but the Australian outback is the perfect place to hide out (even if you’re wearing Tribute platforms every day). I’m not very good at running a business. Due to an electrical issue I forgot to fix Maria’s Taco burns down in a glorious show of sequins, spicy ground beef, and Abba songs. I am trapped inside.

Egenia Kim hair clip, $88

I drain my bank account and book the Dior suite at the St. Regis. I buy the chicest black dress I can find, write a melodramatic suicide note, and die from a sleeping pill over dose on a fainting couch. But only after eating steak frites and a red velvet cupcake.

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