It was a simple joke, a pose for a picture. Just clmib into the coffin and 3, 2, 1, SMILE! But lying in a coffin was more than a deal of 2 pictures for $20. It was this 25, 24.75, year old’s existential crisis come to a halt. All the worries I had carried with me, all the troubles and pressure to succeed, melted into the satin of the coffin, sinking inbetween the seams. Disappearing from me. I was at ease. In a place so troublesome, an insane asylum, I felt free. There was a sublime and peacefulness to my mind. Surrounded by soo much pain and death there was assurance. Assurance that my life has just begun and to not waste it.