There is a constant stream of deaths and births on Earth every single day of every month of ever year. Obviously it doesn't seem a lot because we can't see the majority of them. They just become statistics somewhere out there, in a world that isn't really a small as people try to convince us. With such a constant flow of mortality around the planet it is inevitable that we all must attend funerals.Today would be the very first we would attend and, the only one we would ever attend...
The house overlooked a vast muddy expanse, once a great lake, slowly decimated by drought. Gnarled trees protruded; deformed and twisted from the dark, thick liquid. The last dying remnants of a dense mangrove, a life source to thousands of creatures now only home to a few scavengers soon to be only dust. Even the pilot crabs had abandoned the area, forced to leave their home unable to find protection there any longer...