This cross is in my yard at the countryside. The old man living there said he wants to be prepared.
I know there's a yogurt on the cross. I did not remove it and I will not. I think it gives a special meaning to the photograph by ridiculing the usual somber attitude towards death.
Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks.