Death and the AI maiden

When I saw my father lying dead in his hospital bed, I took a photograph. Just with my phone. It was close to hand – in fact, closer than usual, as I’d been almost frantically consulting AI during the chaotic leadup to his death. The palliative care staff had made the scene presentable. The white sheet that covered my father up to his neck was crisply tucked into the sides of the mattress and folded at the top. There was a flower – a lily – on the pristine white pillow where his head lay. I won’t show you my father himself. If you haven’t seen a dead body, you’ll probably experience one in time. Then you’ll realise that death is private.