Would You Read Me?

If I died today, would anyone really notice? Would the world stop spinning or would they all move on? If I just disappeared, would they even care? Would they wonder what happened to me, or would I be forgotten like the nobody I am? When my body turned up, would they bother examining it? Would I get treated with the decency shown on television, or would I be left to wither away untouched by anything but nature? If things looked suspicous, would they look for a cause of death? Would they spend forever studying my case, or would they pretend to uncover for a short time before sticking my information in a box and shoving it on a shelf? Would the people that had unfortunately known me find closure? Would they get the answers they wanted? Would they even want answers? If I died today, would I leave a note of explanation? Would I give them some bit of truth, or leave them with my lies? And if I did in fact leave a note, would anyone read it? Would they care what was written? Would they even wonder why it was only these questions I left behind for them? Why, of all the things I could have said in my good-bye, I made no effort at all to do just that?