After a funeral, a friend remarked how our recently buried friend's body is sitting in a box underground and I realized I had never truly considered that the body still exists after death (that my body will exist after I die). Even in states of decay or cremation, the body still has a physical presence and we constantly encounter these bodies and objects that act as transubstantiated or surrogate bodies. Whether it's a song, a book, or a place, there are all sorts of things that can instantly evoke a memory of a person. This is true for memories of people both living and dead. The trouble is that while you can message a friend about something you saw that reminds you of them, when you can't contact the person evoked, that memory burrows and becomes suppressed in the body. Eventually the body becomes so full of tunnels and pockets where memories are buried it begins to distort, visibly turning in on itself and hiding, becoming sunken, and invisibly creating a web of fear, anxiety, and depression. The living body starts a process of decay similar to the deceased, full of embalming fluids that slow down this process. There is also the very real and typically slow decay of the body that starts from conception and is evident when organs and joints stop working and the physical demands of life become more difficult.