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Garden Part 5
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How is misa gonna be rescued? What happens if she isn’t rescued?
A lot of turtles are able in some circumstances to travel thee multiverse. Especially when reached out to ie competitions and events. She’s using the same principle
also here’s a potential of what happens if she isn’t saved
warrior cats funerary rites ideas below the cut
(tw for funerals, religious themes, animal death, cremation, scavenging, and brief discussion of preventing funeral rites)
Dead to You (Are You at the Wake?) Chapter 2- You Wear the Same Jewels That I Gave You, As You Bury Me
Luke Skywalker hums to himself as walks into the reefer of the funeral home he works at, looking for his first corpse of the day.
A Mr. Tarkin is first on the docket, as the hum of the cremation retort echoes through the building, and Luke’s eyes drift over the stacks of cardboard boxes holding the dead.
He locates him and wheels him out of the cold room, into the preparation chamber and lifts off the lid of the box.
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Din’s son is dead: To begin with, there's no doubt whatsoever about that.
What there is doubt about, however, is how Din can possibly go on; having loved and lost in a way he never expected he would.
The only thing keeping him moving is the thought that Grogu would want him to. So, he soldiers forth, through the numbing pain and the aching grief; just trying to get through one day at a time.
Until he meets Luke.
Luke, who refuses to leave Din’s loneliness unbroken and makes him feel like, maybe, he could live again.
It's only fitting, then, when Luke reveals that he is a Mortician. It's his life’s mission to help distraught families send off their loved ones to whatever awaits in the undiscovered country from which no traveller returns.
Din thinks that being surrounded by death must be his life’s new purpose.
Din is more right than he knows.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Several years ago, after my grandma passed, I was helping to go through her stuff. She had used the downstairs bedroom for years before she finally had to go to an assisted living place, so the majority of her stuff was still in the house.
My mom and aunt were taking a break to go through some papers, and I was still poking around and sorting things. Which is also how I found grandma's wedding ring that had been missing for years, but I digress.
As I was looking through things, I noticed a very pretty egg. Not a faberge egg or anything, but kind of that style. Gold and blue, with some sparklies on the outside. It was heavier than I expected, and hinged.
Naturally, I looked inside.
A little bag of black gray powder sat inside, and I was very confused. I closed the egg. Looked back at where it had sat on a shelf for years. Noticed the picture of my aunt Liz (who had passed when I was perhaps 11 or 12).
"Mom!" I yelled, still looking at the egg in my hands. "I think I found Aunt Liz!"
Which is how we discovered that my grandma had kept ashes from Aunt Liz for over a decade.
So I think there's a dead dude in the shed.
The late husband of the previous owner was a woodworker, and had this awesomely kitted out shed in the backyard for his craft. Literature. Supplies. Half-finished projects. If his children hadn't ransacked the place after his death looking for whatever would sell, it would have been amazing. As it is, my husband's been making a project of trying to clean it, bit by bit.
And today, he found a Freemason crematory urn, hidden behind a pile of abandoned lumber.
Without a lid, so there's no name or other information on the urn.
Just a bunch of ashes, open to the air, with the remains of some critter's nest over the top of them.
We have found Freemason stuff in the house, the late husband was definitely in the Order. And there's a full crematory urn in our shed. My husband is frantically trying to get ahold of the previous owner, and horrified about what he might or might not be about to learn.
Emergency financial help for Boe’s mother
https://www.gofundme.com/f/su9av-cremation-for-my-mother?member=12762511&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer
"So as some of you may know, my mother passed away last night, she went peacefully and in my arms. She’s been sent to a funeral home to be cremated, they called me and told me the cost of cremation will be $786. As of now I am flat broke after moving into my first apartment, I cannot afford to pay for her cremation and I only have 10 days to come up with the funds before the state takes her body. I want to do right by my mother one last time and get her home with me. I’ve made a GoFundMe to see if anyone could help or share. If y’all could share this, I would really appreciate it, I just want my mom to be home with me. I also have a
c-shapp $GlassJenn //
P*ypal
just had a horrific thought after seeing this post:
i’m sure if emily was actually cremated, because of the strength of her relationship with the team, that she would ask one of them to spread her ashes
but can you imagine if they actually faked that? that the fbi and witness protection knew she had expressed these wishes and faked ashes? gave them to the team (with hotch and jj’s help, by the way) and they spread them like emily asked them to, in a place that meant a lot to her?
can you imagine them feeling their friend’s body in their hands, to dust she shall return, and then finding out it was all a lie? how empty would that make you feel? knowing that the way you honored her meant absolutely nothing at all?
you thought she was carried away on the wind, and now here she is in front of you, and you have to reconcile that in your brain? how fucked up would that be? at least no one saw her body in the casket — seeing the ashes and thinking that they WERE her?
jesus christ.