Flowers for the Dead

𐔌   .   Flowers, for the Dead, Deceased, ect.  .ᐟ  ֹ   ₊ ꒱

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A perfect gift for the deceased; Give them some fresh flowers, lay it upon the painted corpse and set it down to wilt beside them. It may be useful to provide extra fertilizer, mirroring the breakdown their body will also go through. Help to feast the maggots, the flies, the cycle of life as it consumes all then returns to the earth. Loops, continuing, 

Say, did you know that the type of flower normally symbolizes something? Typically emotions, sometimes relationships- but it all dull, meaning nothing, null. The deceased can't read what emotions you want to convey. Nor can they feel it, they will never feel again. This is the meaning of Death, it can no longer appreciate the smaller and more beautiful things in life. Death is the end, the final and bitter end, and there is something melodically beautiful about that. A silence, a melodramatic silence that highlights the small noises of life. As the wilted petals decay and drip down into a sludgy dull mess, it emphasizes the beauty of those in full bloom around it, helping the blossoms to tug more endearingly at your heartstrings.

Flowers make death look pretty, a docile dress up that paints a picture of tranquility. As if trying to cover up the truth that has occurred, or perhaps trying to cast a new light upon it. Romanticism, all the nonsenses. 

Either way, even something as simple as flowers can't go against the harsh fact that Death is final and can not be undone. As short as the course of life is, Death itself spans for eternity, as if trying to makeup for the time which life lacks. A strange relationship the two have, cat and mouse, tail and spin. Together and away. 

Null. It amounts to nothing. Even if it may be something useless, the small gesture of giving flowers can benefit those living, those capable of holding emotions strong to their chest and striving for change. Such souls can appreciate the small useless emotions that torment their daily lives. 

"Funerals are pretty compared to Deaths. Funerals are quiet, but Deaths- 

not always."- Blanche DuBois.