The spirit of gentle and immortal death is hounded by the angel of unmarked graves.
When you die, what hand will guide you from your body?
Let's make the assumption that there is something beyond this flimsy world. Let's assume whatever life or afterlife awaits you, you will meet it fully deserved. Now, the psychopomp who leads you there: what are they owed?
A gold coin for the trip across the river of course, prayers and well-wishes granted to you by whoever saw fit to have you buried with honor and rites. But let's say you weren't buried; that you didn't die with honor; that there is no one to pray for you or to speak your name. What road remains if nothing follows you but your terror, and when your guide stretches out their bony hand it's all you have to give?
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Sound production by Evan Swamy.