SINCLAIR FUNERAL OPEN RP
CW: death (obviously)
Lyf looked down at the coffin and the person in it. Everything was.. they wouldn't say perfect, but it was as they wanted. They put a hand on Sinclair's, uncomfortable with the stiffness, with the cold.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't fair...
"They tried to convince me to cremate... but I know how much you hate the heat," Lyf said softly to the corpse. "Besides... you always wanted to be given back to the Earth. I hope it's kind to you." They gave a wobbly smile, trying to hold back the tears.
They turned only when they heard footsteps approach. Ah.. it was time then. "Welcome," they said, stepping aside. "Thank you for coming."















