Years ago, the undertaker left his body to decompose in an empty field and gave us an urn filled with dry concrete.
No one in my family knows but me.
I know I should want to forgive, but I really just want the bastard who inflicted this final indignity to
ROT in HELL.
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Summary
- A person reflects on a family secret involving a deceased relative and their final resting place.
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Insight
- Holding onto anger can be a heavy burden.
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Style
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- Front Art
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A red urn with floral designs, symbolizing death and remembrance.
- Visual Style
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Realist Photo
- Orientation
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Portrait
