Aditi didn’t survive the night. Her death drew attention only when she didn’t come dawdling out for her morning coffee. On inspection, the pillow showed signs of being wept over, as if she mourned her own death. She loved life fiercely, so the theory seems workable. A scribbled page was discovered too. It was assumed to be a suicide note, but turned out to be a self- obituary.  She loved dark comedy. She is survived by her realistic parents, a preachy brother, and some five close friends. They all give different accounts of her. But there’s an agreement on her being a pain in the neck. She was a woman of notebooks and lists. It would be a few months before her family finds all of them and discover that the rot runs much deeper than anticipated. Before that, at least, she’d be missed. She has requested for her ashes to be thrown off the Cliffs of Moher. All for Hozier. But keeping with her propensity for excesses and her mother’s unsentimentality, her request is conveniently ignored. She’ll have to make do. In death, as in life.