...

Edie Britt was
Sexy
Perceptive
Strong
Beautiful
One of a kind...

And that is
how Wisteria Lane came to be
my final resting place.

My ashes were spread over grass
I had once walked on...

beneath trees that had
once given me shade...

on top of roses
I once admired...

and beside fences
I once gossiped over.

And after my friends had
finished saying good-bye,
a wind came along and took what
was left of me into the air.

As I looked down on the world,
I began to let go of it.

I let go of white picket fences
and cars in driveways,
coffee cups
and vacuum cleaners.

I let go of all those things
which seem so ordinary,

but when you put them together,
they make up a life...

A life
that really was one of a kind.

I'll tell you something

It's not hard to die
when you know you have lived,
and I did.

Oh, how I lived.

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