Spell Burial Novels & Stories

But it was what Selene experienced, and perhaps that was enough. They buried her in the forest as she'd requested, her body wrapped simply in cloth, placed directly in earth. No coffin, no preservation, just return to soil. The stone marker from Stonehold marked the grave: Selene Thorne, Builder and Unbuilder, 1975-2033. She planted seeds whose flowering she barely witnessed. The Archive held no funeral service Selene had forbidden formal mourning. Instead, they held a gathering where people shared memories, showed how her work had influenced theirs, documented the ripples spreading from her life into unknown futures.

"Nancy's funeral. Hope you'll show. You are her GOOD FRIEND, after all." Finley scoffed. "Jensen Johnston, you're her husband! She's missing—no body, no proof—and instead of looking, you're throwing a funeral? What if she's alive? You're basically wishing her dead. What kind of husband does that?" I pulled the death certificate from my bag and gave a short laugh. "She's been buried under snow three months. I searched. Couldn't find her. So I filed it. Wasn't it you guys who told me to move on?"

"Oh, right. I forgot you are not aware of all this. Nebulosi people bury their dead on the same day they pass so that they will receive the favor of the Creator without delay." "That's...weird," Nerina said, still mimicking Naomi's mannerisms. Daegal chuckled and kissed the back of her hands. "I will be back soon. The burial will take place in the evening." Then he turned and marched out of the room with his hands fisted at his sides. Nerina slumped down onto a chair, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes. But just then, her eyes flew open as she remembered her promise to see Nezetta first thing that morning.

As she straightened up, she took care to see if it was placed steadily. The priest then directed them to cover the urn with a silver cloth, which was a sign of respect for the deceased and symbolized peace. From beginning to end, Penny quietly followed the instructions. Her tears had long since stopped flowing. However, as she placed the burial items one by one, her eyes grew hot. Ten minutes later, the priest asked her if he could seal the tomb. Penny took a deep breath, revealing a smile that looked worse than crying. “Seal it.”

He has finally made sense of the vapid description on Wikipedia. Because burial is more land-consuming than cremation, almost every foot of space is maximized. On their way to Lor, Nate was careful to avoid stepping on any gravestones, kicking any candles or trampling any flowers. It was like tightrope-walking though because some graves were on the footpaths themselves. A certain OC-ness was triggered in Ecto because there seemed to be no layout-planning whatsoever.

She held the urn close, shielding it from even the slightest bump. Carefully, she placed it on the table in the middle of the living room. Then she began checking over every detail needed for the burial. The funeral was set for tomorrow morning, and there was still much to do. Zedd arrived early to help. Not long after, Jack came too, bringing a few old classmates along. However, Seraphine's gaze stayed fixed on the urn, unmoving and quiet. Jack glanced at the table, pressed his lips together, then suddenly said, "Maybe this is for the best. He won't have to suffer over a love he could never have. And nothing is standing between us anymore."

“Really means a great deal to me. Also, I want you to start saving up for their funerals. Spare no expense there, too. Make it grand and meaningful, but not tacky.” “That’s heavy, but yeah, I hear ya. Consider it done. Should I get them stuff like coffins and graveyard plots in a nice part of town or something? Or should I get them like a full-on mausoleum?” “Yeah, add some secret passages and a treasure chest.” Both of them chuckled at her joke. They both needed to lighten up considerably. “Just a thought,” said Mack.

We could not see anything for a little while, but, then the light disappeared and with it, Mom, or her spirit or soul, and Dad’s soul left with hers. And right there on the field, Dad is lying peacefully, almost as if he is sleeping, but we know he is not sleeping, we both know that he is no longer breathing. Matt walks over to Dad and lifts him up gently, and together, we walk into the graveyard and lay him down in the grave. We don’t put our dead ones in a coffin so that the soul and spirit never get caught or stuck. When we are done, Matt hugs me and after staying a little we walk away and back to the packhouse.

she snarled at the guard. "Well, he thought wrong! I'm still alive, and that's his worst punishment. I'll go on to live as wonderfully as I can, while Juliette will remain mere bones on this earth! "He'll never be able to forget her or get a good night's sleep. I'll be an eternal reminder that she died in my place!" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead.

"Give me a hand and first send Sabrina to the hospital. Her body can't take it anymore." It was only then that everyone remembered Sabrina. Some of them made phone calls and some helped. In a short while, they sent Sabrina and Sebastian to the hospital. Originally, Old Master Shaw's funeral was supposed to be an event that caused a sensation throughout the entire city. His urn that was placed at home should have been escorted through the entire city before it was buried on a grand scale. However, due to what had happened to Aino, the urn was hastily buried that day.