An almost deadly trilogy part two; The Question of Time.

The month of April. I received a drop of kindness on the 11th, only to die on the 17th. I was disgraced on the 24th, only to be buried on the 30th. Here I am decaying into May as the 8th approaches. Between now and when will what's left of my corporeal form return to the mist of the once enlightening white dwarf?