Today was the day I died

It happened quickly. It was painless. 

I was on my way to work. I was sitting on the tram. I was mildly stressed out because I was late and I had just delivered the kids to daycare. They had acted up in the morning, so it took twenty minutes longer than usual to get them out of the house. 

When I finally sat down, I flipped up my phone to check Facebook, when first a flash of pain coursed through my head. The second flash was the aneurysm and it knocked me unconscious. I slumped down in my seat, my head leaning against the window. Eyes closed. The phone just slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. That was it. 

Nobody seemed to notice. Technically there was a chance to save me, had anyone noticed. For a good ten minutes, the chance lingered. A call to emergency services could have been enough. But most people were busy with their transit and the grind of everyday life. Some businessman sat down next to me for a while, talking intensely with one of his clients. For four whole transits, the tram went back and forth between terminals, each trip about sixty minutes. My body was there, perfectly disguised as a guy sleeping.

Finally, the tram operator seemed to notice. A tired sigh came from him, thinking he had to deal with yet another passed out junkie. Of course, his prejudice was met with a whole different reality. Phone calls were made, the terrible news relayed through family and friends, and a social media page was taken down. 

The next day, someone else sat in the same seat in the tram. He did not die though.