Necklace Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

I said quietly. The caretaker looked troubled as he said, "Miss Nesley, that may be a problem." "It's only a small porcelain jar. What problem would there be?" I frowned in confusion. Back then, my father's ashes had been stored in an empty whiskey bottle. Later, after I earned enough money, I specially replaced it with a small porcelain jar hand-painted with floral patterns. Only after following the caretaker to my father's grave did I understand what he meant. My father's ashes had been placed inside an enormous sandalwood box encrusted with diamonds. Intricate carvings covered the surface, and the entire thing weighed at least forty pounds.

“Good evening, Mrs Vandal. What a great gala you've organized. The decorations are lovely. You’ve outdone yourself.” Marcela’s eyes flash at my comment but her smile doesn’t quite reach them. “Why thank you, dear. You look lovely tonight, as usual. The dress does wonders for your…figure,” she says, letting her gaze travel up and down my body. My own smile tightens but I keep my expression neutral. I let my eyes dance around the hall until I catch sight of a set of beautiful urns. The urns are a pair, glazed with a deep red and decorated with intricately carved designs of flowers and leaves.

She held up an umbrella and covered Rigoberto's head. The urn is very small, made of white jade, and has been sealed in the tomb for years, already losing its luster. Rigoberto held the urn with ashes, feeling somewhat complicated, not exactly sad. After all, this child had just arrived in the world and died prematurely. He didn't even have a chance to see him, so there wasn't much emotional attachment.

They wanted to take the pendant out of his urn as well. Waltz had helped Alex dye his hair in the morning. His gray hair was just too eye-catching if he were to go out. After a good night’s rest and newly dyed hair, Alex didn’t look like he aged as horribly as before. At 10:30 in the morning, they rushed off to City South Cemetery and dug up William’s urn. When they opened the urn, there was indeed a pendant lying inside. An odd-looking animal could be seen deeply carved on the surface of the jade. It looked like a bird, yet it looked like a fish as well.

My own mates—I kept calling them that in my head—included. In silence, we paid homage to those whose souls had journeyed to the Underworld, or the afterlife, or wherever they went. I already missed Samuel. His death rattled me to the core. There was no knowing how much time each of us had here on earth. At any moment, it could be taken away. The time we had with each other was precious. I wished I could have told Samuel how much I appreciated him. It's too late now. But I hoped my silent words of gratitude reached his ghostly ears wherever he was. The flames cremated their bodies and left behind their ashes encased in obsidian-like rock urns. The glassy, reflective black stones were collecte

"As the waters nourish us, so now will her mortal remains nourish the sea. The circle is complete." They picked up the body and carried it to a little boat that sat on the sand by the shore. It was another task shared among all of them, passing the bier from hand to hand down to the shore, where they all gathered again at the waterline. They laid her gently inside and came forward, one at a time, to lay small gifts into the boat with her: a flower, a scroll, a photograph. One of them laid in Nin's hand a necklace made of a seashell strung on a black cord. She closed her eyes for a moment, her head hanging in grief or prayer before stepping back with the rest of the group.

Considering the unknown dangers of the war zone I was heading to, I decided to bury my grandmother in a cemetery on Long Island. I bought a sterling silver cremation pendant and placed a lock of Grandma's silver hair along with a small amount of her ashes inside, wearing it close to my heart. The rest of her ashes were laid to rest underground. I knelt before the damp tombstone, clutching the pendant tightly in my palm. The cold metal pressed painfully against my skin. "Grandma, rest easy. I will take your love with me and do something truly meaningful."

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

There was no way she'd go through the trouble of setting it up like that. Still, it was all so... extra. Hayden had given me rings before he disappeared, and now another one had shown up in the urn. What was his deal with rings? Couldn't the guy just give a proper goodbye gift? "What's got you so worked up about the urn anyway?" Yara asked. "There was a ring in it," I muttered, half annoyed. "He made it feel like some twisted Valentine's Day gift." Yara snorted. "A ring in an urn? Only he could come up with something like that."

The greenhouse door groaned as Izora stepped back into the cold night. The air had shifted. Not just the weather, but inside her. The image of that beaten man, the blood, the cracked tiles… and most of all, the necklace. That same silver chain with the small obsidian pendant her uncle used to wear. Her sandals crunched lightly over gravel as she crossed the garden path, the dew on the grass soaking the hem of her nightdress. Thoughts collided in her head like crashing waves.