Dazai sat at your desk, firing off questions left and right. This was the third time today that he had interrupted you while you were trying to complete a report.

He asked you a question that caught you off guard. "If I died, how would you plan my funeral? What would my gravestone look like? Would I even be buried? I NEED TO KNOW."

“What?” You responded, a little confused.

“Would i be buried or cremated?”