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Welcome to the END!
You’ve just walked into Enigma’s Necropolis Dream: “Hello, Sir/Ma’am! Welcome to the END! How may I create the Funeral of Your Dreams?” If you’re like me, you have your funeral already planned out. Mine will have a wicked dress code, choreographed theatrics, and endless options for fuckery. My funeral is going to be a grand production that you’d normally buy a ticket to see. Here at the END, we want to help your loved ones through their worst pain with our highly trained Emotional Support Specialists, all while giving you the final celebration you deserve with our team of Life and Death Artists (Embalming Specialists, Choreographers, Cinematographers, Writers, Musicians, Costume Designers, Makeup Technicians, etc.). We will abide by all legal requirements when handling the deceased, but personalized burial and cremation arrangements are available! Whether you want a simple service or a party on wheels, your funeral and final resting place should be ANYTHING you want. Come, step into my office and show me your vision. Let’s make this happen (any format, 1000 words MAX, winner will be chosen by myself with @TheWolfeDen as a tie breaker). Based on a realistic concept of the Funeral Home I am working towards. Challenge ends after we celebrate our dead for Día de los Muertos <3

One Worthy of Remembrance

There will definitely be glitter!!!! You know the kind that sticks with you like a burr. In your hair, on your skin, stuck to the souls of your shoes and the souls of those who attend. Sprinkled on the fabric of your lives and on the chairs where you sit.

Paper streamers blowing in the wind like little freak flags waving goodbye. Pink. Orange. Bright colors to be noticed from far away.

No sorrow as I enter the eternal rest. One worthy of remembrance. Into a place of peace. An ever-after life with all my dreams and wishes; whatever I was told would be possible. You can be anything that you want, whatever you set your mind on. You can do. You can become. You can fly with eagles or angles, entirely up to you.

Balloons! Marvelous, wonderful, huge hot air balloons drifting as clouds when you scatter me on the wind. Fire fuels the air in the balloons urging them to float higher and higher in the sky.

Magnificent horns with sounds that New Orleans would be jealous of. Loud and obnoxious, heralding in the first day of the last of my life.

Dancing girls. Rockettes! Ballet! Jazz! Tap dancing!

A parade with sirens and lights! Confetti cannons!

Let’s make t-shirts to throw into the crowd! Presuming you show up, attend, be there at the end.

Secret friends are there.

The sun is shining, there will be no exceptions, this is an outdoor affair, and we will need the weather to cooperate of course.

Mother nature will attend and bring her glorious blooming colors for my mysterious friends to admire.

Lastly, there will be no tears. No tissues. No blowing noses. Only laughter and appreciation.