Photo: José Ignacio Pompé

Last Request, or How to Eat a Good Friend

A short story about loss and cannibalism

Donald made it perfectly clear that when he died he wanted us, his friends, to eat him. “Please,” he said in the living room of his apartment. This would allow him to live on through us. His flesh nourishing our bodies. We would carry him into an old age that he himself would never live to see. Buddhist monks have been doing…