Novel & Cerita Bury Your Dead

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

I coughed, "You wouldn't- happen to have a shovel with you, do you?" "I do- it's around here, somewhere..." "Alright, Maurice, mark the spot so you don't forget, I need you to dig me out," "Trust me, lady, Your grave is unique, it's not hard to miss," What did he mean? "Can you please elaborate on that," "Whoever buried you out here was in a rush, there is no headstone." I hear his heartbeat become faint, Why would need a headstone? I am not dead, someone is just playing a sick game with me.

Kylian sighs, not in disagreement though. I don’t want to keep her body longer than it should be. She deserves a befitting burial. Same goes for Adrian. We will have both of them buried. “We are burying her or we are burning her?” Oliver asks. It sounds like a stupid and irrelevant question, but it’s a good one. “We will bury her. Her and Adrian.” I answer him. Mom doesn’t believe in burning dead bodies. She believes that they should be buried underground, that it is the proper way to send them back to our creators the moon goddess.

I consoled myself. When I was done, I stared at the mound of fresh earth. “My baby is down there.” The words barely left my lips. He was buried like a criminal. A bitter laugh escaped me. “You were the future Alpha.” Some servants and a few pack members stood far away, pointing fingers while I laid him to rest. “That wretched pup, cursed child of the devil... finally he's dead.” Their voices hurt my soul. I pressed the dirt down, choking back a scream. Do they not see what they've done?

"Alright, I can fake my death, and I guarantee that no one will notice it. However, you have to tell me how you're going to deal with the dead body first." There was no crematorium here, so it was unlikely that the bodies would be burned. It would create heavy smoke, and Yosef wasn't that stupid. "Buried in soil, in the backyard of Rebirth Sect. A layer of underground was dug out during construction, and that's where the bodies are buried. However, fresh bodies have to be stored in the morgue for three days. "Some Malevolent Phantoms like to destroy bodies for pleasure, and it's allowed by Yosef. So if someone enters, you'll have to find a way to hide," Mylo said.

Sweet little me? The spelling, phonetic transcription, and syllable structure to memorise it gave a head of three days initially but now I am at least proud that I have put it to some better use. And why, you may ask, do I feel this dreadful uneasiness, quirkiness, unsettledness? Thanks for the concern, it ain’t just: Jared is dead meat, buried deep in one of the hilly slopes of Sores-On Hills. Beaten, bitten, and departed. And We have got everything to do with it.

Each day feels like a battle to keep your sanity, to remember who you are without them. I walked slowly, each step heavy with sorrow, to the graves of Lilith and Kara. The ground was soft beneath my feet, the scent of damp earth mingling with the fresh aroma of the carnations and lilies I carried. After much contemplation, we decided to bury Lilith in Red Moon, beside her dead mate. Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I brushed them away quickly. Ryker mustn't see me cry.

I want to smash it into a thousand pieces and bury it back under the floor. BZZZT. The phone vibrates against the sheets. A harsh, angry buzz. I freeze. The screen lights up. Incoming Call. I stare at the Caller ID. The letters dance in front of my eyes, mocking me. Impossible. Hubby. The room spins. My hand moves on its own. I reach out. My fingers brush the cold plastic. It rings again. Loud. Demanding. Hubby. Nikos is dead. I buried him. I saw the closed casket. I threw dirt on the grave.

“When you knocked on the door, I expected you to be Kyra. I expected a gun to be pointed at my chest. I did not expect you and Corina’s head.” “You are really trying to tell me that everyone is dead?” “Come with me.” He rises from his seat and heads to the door. “Let me show you something.” I follow him from his office out through another door that led to a garden. “You can’t smell it because they are buried.” He points to hundreds of plots of heaped dirt. A single rock on top of each pile. His own little graveyard. “Why did you let this happen?” I stare at him in shock.

Trust me, it isn't fun! There has always been a set of protocols for a mass funeral in the packs. All the members don't get buried; all the dead don't get treated the same way. Like they were different while they were alive, they are treated differently when they are dead. The infants below the age of one year are completely burnt on a funeral pyre. This is done to make them be one with nature again. Fire easily disintegrates their small bodies and the elements are quickly mixed with the environment, mixed in the cycle of nature.