My name is Shen Ci, I am twenty-five years old and I work as a planner in a farewell customization firm.
In human terms, if someone is dying, his family will pay me to help him die in a dignified manner.
Until I took her order.
She was twenty-four years old and had congenital heart disease. The doctor gave her three months. She bought the most expensive full-service package and didn't change a word when she signed the contract.
Then nothing cooperated.
No suicide note is written, no images are taken, no wishes are made, and no ceremony is held.
She wants to eat at a roadside stall, ride a roller coaster, stay up all night, have a fight with someone, sing in the rain, and learn to ride a bicycle.
I typed down the requirements column one by one, and wanted to add a question mark after each one.
Two months later, my boss urged me to submit a report on the case. I opened the plan and scrolled down. I changed the requirements column twenty-one times, one after the other, and it turned into something I had never heard of before - none of it was about death.
