#my cemetery

[bluejohnhook56]

I consider myself a cemeterian. What others might call a taphophile, or a coimetrophile. But I think cemeterian says it best. I practically grew up in them. Used to run a web site devoted to cemeteries some years ago. There's nothing as beautiful, quiet, or peaceful, sacred ground filled with stone and statuary, memories and dreams and stories. Light and shadow everywhere you look. And a feeling of home for me. And too, like a healing balm no matter how stressed you may be, the stones whisper their truth that in 50, 100 years none of what seems ever so important now will even matter. I've even told my family that when I pass I want to be cremated, with a little of my cremains scattered in each and every cemetery in our area here, so that no matter which cemetery they visit, there I'll be.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

[oblique-lane]

Cemetery of Doves

[fentanylaced]

resident evil 4 ⋆

[die-rosastrasse]

Montmartre Cemetery 🕊️

Paris, France, 24 VIII 2023

[puppetstringed]

[oldnorthcarolina]

cemetery angel, December 2023

[thenymphwithpointedtoes]

hiding place

[valtsv]

too mentally ill for desk work too incapable of acting human for retail and 200 years too late to be a 19th century grave digger 😔

[sstteeffp]

★ ° . *　　　°　.　°☆ 　. * ●

　

[endedbyisiaha]

My photo.🪦🦌

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

The universally hates old people crowd truly does not understand how much of our society is run by old retired ladies working what ought to be a 40-hour a week paid position with benefits for free. You have no idea how much knowledge would be lost if everyone over the age of 60 just disappeared right now.

[hot-boy-autumn]

[grendel-menz]

it's licherally my calling...

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.