So you want to be a Savage?
I noticed some people are pretty serious in "wanting to be savage". It started as a joke but now it's a life goal for some. That's totally fine, but do you really have what it takes to be a true savage? This is a story about a man named...Savage. Savage was married with three kids and many many grand kids. He spent most his life physically and sexually abusing his wife, children, animals and anyone else who go in the way. Savage was a true savage. He didn't care who's feelings he hurt and said it like it was. The years went on and he kept his savage personality rolling and destroying people all around him. He grew old and became terminally ill. He had a stroke, however no one knew until a few days later. You see Savage was found by a Maintence worker after his stroke; not his wife, children or grand kids. When his kids came to say their final farewells to their mother, for her health was failing too, he sat in his chair and cried. Having trouble speaking and moving after the stroke, he managed to speak his savage mind yet again. "Why isn't anyone taking care of me? I had a stroke, I need help too." His children tired of his savagery ignored him in the corner and kissed their mother's forehead for the last time before leaving. Some months later he died. His children notified the family of his passing, routine, and went on with their lives. Another month or so later the city morgue called Savage's children. Their father's body has been stored for some time and they needed to decide how to arrange his remains. All children refused to decide on how to take care of his remains. They didn't care of the man who made their lives hell for years. They refused to make a decision on to cremate him or not. So right now the family has no clue what happened to Savage's remains. Was he buried? Was he cremated? Where was his ashes put? These aren't questions they asked themselves. Theses are just questions I have listening to their story and sharing it with you. The family just as savage as him didn't care nor wanted to know. So you say you want to be a savage? Savages die alone.
