Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens. It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground. My iPhone had died in the fire. It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved. Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life. I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died. I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.