hologram (fragment)

“So, that leads me to today. Dead. And where am I now?” He frowned, glancing down at the box before him, that ominous symbol of death, the long, black coffin. “Certainly not down there,” he waved dismissively. “You'll notice – and some of you may disagree with this decision – that the lid on that box is closed. This is as I requested. There is nothing there but a husk. An empty shell. This,” he said, patting his chest, “this is how I want to be remembered. Full of life, full of thoughts, speaking. Not some waxy likeness.” The hologram flickered slightly, before blinking out completely and back on.