#he died in Bergen-Belsen btw

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

Makes me think of the grave of Josef Čapek in Prague

[This would be the resting place of

Josef Čapek

painter and poet

23. March 1887 ✝ a far-away grave April 1945]

I remember seeing the grave the time we visited and it made me want to cry so bad

Henry dies so far away from home, overseas in Ireland. He's going to be buried there too, after all it would be too much work to transport the body back to Geneva to give it a burial there.

Before Victor leaves he'll bring some flowers, sit beside his beloved friend's grave and weep. He'll stay there until night breaks, trying to be close to his friend one last time. He knows he will never come back here again.

After that, barely anyone visits Henry's grave anymore. Maybe Mr. Kirwin will pay a visit or the fishermen who found his body or maybe an old lady feeling pity for the forgotten dead.

But in the end he was a stranger to this town, a tragedy people will try to forget. Nobody likes to remember the corpse of a stranger found on the shore. But maybe they'll think of him from time to time, feeling sorry for a life cut so short. His grave will be covered in moss and grass, taken back by the nature he loved when he was alive.

Back home there will be no grave. It’s as if he just left. Gone on an adventure somewhere far away. Everyone knows he's dead but they never saw a body, never saw a grave. Maybe it feels sometimes as if he'd just walk through the door of his home, just as he used to when he still lived.