All of the forms Jackie takes after her death (a corpse preserved and quite literally frozen in time, handled and arranged like a doll, a roasted meal for the group to ravenously consume, a pile of bones to pray over and apologize to, a necklace that serves as both a reminder and a symbol of sacrifice, a hallucination that haunts and torments, and now an angelic statue to be worshipped and idealized back home) are all so symbolic of how Jackie’s body, her likeness, her image, and her personhood have never truly belonged to her.
Even when she was alive, she belonged to everyone else. Jackie has always lived as a reflection of everyone else’s envy, fear, insecurity, resentment, and admiration. We see her solely through the lens of others’ perceptions. She never really gets to die, she will continue to be reshaped over and over into whatever other people need her to be.
