#death rites

[daydreaming-bee]

I was reminded that Chacón’s Obols exist. And thought about Danny Phantom.

I had a thought that what if Danny got like a tongue piercing, got a custom piece to look like an Obol. Or maybe he only has it when he’s in his ghost form.

I just love the idea that Danny has many little homages to being dead, or something similar.

If you don’t know;

This is what they look like:

What are Obols?

Obols we’re left in the mouth of the recently deceased, so that you could pay/bribe Charon “the Ferryman” who conveyed souls across the river that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #charon #Obols #charon’s obol #tongue piercing #death rites #death rituals #symbolism #danny phantom crossover

[hussyknee]

We should talk more about how precious dead bodies are, and how the sanctity of life extends to the sanctity of death. The only time anyone brings this up in connection to body autonomy is when making a point about abortion. There needs to be more awareness of the violence and cruelty of grave robbing and desecration, corpse and organ stealing, and refusing opportunity for the correct death rites.

#gaza genocide #israeli war crimes #grave desecration #death rites #death rituals #grave robbing #organ theft #organ trafficking #body autonomy #racism #colonialism #colonization #knee of huss

[rockofeye]

A death rite in Haitian Vodou

Here is a rare look at the publicly viewable portion of desounay/desounen, which is the first rite after a houngan, manbo, or other vodouizan passes. Unfortunately, this was a rite done on behalf of the death of a very well known and well respected houngan in Jacmel, Haiti who died unexpectedly this morning. This is difficult to watch, with lots of crying and expressions of grief.

The video begins with the procession, which has likely started at the home of the houngan (Woodson Antoine, ki di Gwètòde Plenipontansyè), where he passed, and is leading into the temple where Houngan Sonson was initiated. The procession ends as the rest of the desounay is completed behind closed doors. After, folks who have arrived gather to hear Houngan Woodson's papa kanzo speak, and then the videographer shares the news that Houngan Woodson has passed and shares what details were available; that he has been in ceremony just hours earlier with many of the people present, had not been well and had many health issues, had been encouraged to go to the hospital, and then went home, where he passed due to breathing difficulties. By the time an ambulance was found, he had already gone. The videographer compares desounay to the Catholic rite of extreme unction, which is aimed at allowing someone sick to pass to eternity with the blessings of their God and forgiven of their sins. Desounay is a little different than that, as it is only completed after death.

The desounay is completed as soon as possible after death is realized; this is the first ceremony that begins to separate our various soul pieces to go where they must so that we, our lwa, and our descendants can have peace after we pass. It is preferable that this ceremony is done before the body is taken from the home to the morgue or funeral home. In this case, you can see how quickly it was put together; it is happening very early in the morning, pre-9AM, and folks have clearly come directly from ceremony or their homes in a rush, you can see that they have put their white clothes on over other clothes or black and purple clothes from the Gede ceremonies they were attending. This has happened so quickly that there has not been time to prepare the temple or really even the community; Houngan Woodson was extremely well known in Jacmel and in Haiti at large due to his position as gwètò and not everyone was able to come in the moment to share in the grief. His bowoum and traditional internment will undoubtedly be huge.

This is a huge loss. While Haitian Vodou professes no central authority figure(s), a gwètò is a sort of regional coordinator that takes on the responsibility of watching over the community/communities in his or her region. A gwètò might mediate disputes, help a new temple start up, and represent the region throughout the country. Houngan Woodson took his position seriously and attended just about every ceremony in the area, even if he could only go for awhile. I personally benefitted from his intercession when there were local issues my husband needed help with, and I knew Houngan Woodson to be a kind, thoughtful, and caring individual who was always pleased to see me and hear how I was.

This has been a very introspective Gede season for me; Gede has had me sitting and reflecting on things that I will write about soon. What I have thought about today in thinking about this particular death is that access to healthcare is a liberation issue. While only Bondye knows our time and we ask to only be taken at our right time, had Haiti had more equitable access to both emergency medical care in that someone could have called for help and Houngan Woodson could have gone to a hospital that was staffed and had medical equipment, and regular healthcare that could have provided ongoing support for his medical issues as we know in many other parts of the world, perhaps his death could have been avoided. If liberation was fully realized in Haiti, deaths from things we take for granted as minor annoyances, like asthma, strep throat, high blood sugar, and similar, would be a thing of the past.

Woukoukou, yon gwo pyebwa te tonbe. May Houngan Woodson awaken in the company of his ancestors and his lwa in Alada, and may his friends, family, and loved ones find comfort in his memory.

#vodou #haitian vodou #desounay #desounen #death rites #Youtube

[windvexer]

Hey chicken! One of my birds just died, and as dumb as it sounds I feel a little devastated. I want to leave a little corner of my mind to mourn right now, but is there any spell to see off a recently deceased pet? It was a bit sudden and I feel like some closure would be nice right now, maybe in the form of a spell? Thanks!

I'm very sorry to hear that. We ourselves just lost our entire flock to avian flu. It's a tough time for bird lovers lately :(

In the way I use words, such an operation would be more of a ritual than a spell, but that's neither here nor there.

Some people believe that the smoke of ritual incense may be used by spirits and the departed to create things for themselves. So that if you burn incense for a bird, it may use that smoke to create a nest or perching tree in the Great Beyond.

Try dedicating incense and/or a candle to your bird. Speak to your bird and explain that the smoke, light, and warmth is theirs to take on their journey and do with as they please.

Also consider praying to, or reading a hymn or poem of, a psychopomp god. I believe Hermes fits the bill. Ask the psychopomp to escort your bird with love and care to its next destination.

#answered #death #tw death #psychopomp #death rites

[a-typical]

Many children and grandchildren of immigrants, have, like Sarah, found themselves severed from their family’s cultural rituals. The funeral system in the United States is notorious for passing laws and regulations interfering with diverse death practices and enforcing assimilation toward Americanized norms.

In a particularly heartbreaking example, many Muslims would like to be able to open funeral homes in the U.S. and serve their communities as licensed funeral directors. Islamic custom is to wash and purify the body immediately after death before burying it as quickly as possible, ideally before nightfall. The Muslim community rejects embalming, recoiling at the idea of cutting into the body and injecting it with chemicals and preservatives. Yet many states have draconian regulations requiring funeral homes to offer embalming and all funeral directors to be trained as embalmers, despite the fact that the embalming process itself is never required. Muslim funeral directors must compromise their beliefs if they want a chance to help their community in death.

— From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death, Caitlin Doughty

#forced assimilation #cultural rights #american funeral system #diverse death practices #muslims #islam #death rites #embalming #Caitlin Doughty #Ask a Mortician #From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to Find the Good Death #From Here to Eternity #books #bookblr #death positive #death positive movement #nonfiction #science #history #travel #anthropology #memoir #sociology #atypicalreads #deathcare #cw death

[docpiplup]

Now that Hallowen is near, I have decided to share an interesting book I have been reading in these weeks, its title is Toledo: La Ciudad de los Muertos (Toledo: The City of the Dead), writen by Ventura Leblic García. The topic is to divulge about the stories and death rites of people of the several cultures and religions which have inhabitated the city throughout history. I'll be sharing scans of the pages of the book through posts here on Tumblr if anyone it's curious about the topic. Here's the first set:

PART 1

Cover

Toledo: The City of the Dead

Ventura Leblic García

Covarrubias Editions

Backcover

Toledo is a city that the living and the dead share. It is a great historical necropolis. But do we really know our "neighbors"? Do we know where they "live"? Do we know the cultural and social environment in which their lives were spent? Do we know the culture of death in the different civilizations that inhabited the crag of Toledo? Carpetans, Romans, Visigoths, Muslims, Jews, Christians... their rites around death, beliefs, customs, the evolution of cemetery spaces... It is time to know what history has left us, trying to unravel the truth in the uncertainty of a tomb.

Toledo: The City of the Dead

Ventura Leblic García

Covarrubias Editions 2013

INDEX

Introduction. Page 9

Chapter I. Funerary practices in ancient times. Page 12

The indigenous people. Page 14

Chapter II. The cemetery spaces outside the walls of Toledo. Page 19

Roman cemeteries. Page 19

The early Christian cemetery. Page 24

Visigoth times. Page 31

Toledo's maqbara. The Muslim cemetery. Page 38

Toledo's Mozarabic cemeteries. Page 47

The Jewish cemetery. Page 50

Chapter III. The interior of churches as cementary spaces. Page 63

Chapter IV. Parish cemeteries. Page 70

Chapter V. The cemetery and the municipal cemetery. Page 103

Chapter VI. Royal burials in Toledo. Page 112

The New Kings Chapel. Page 136

New chapel. Page 139

Royal funerals in Toledo. Page 144

Chapter VII. Tombs of royal lineage in Toledo. Page 149

Chapter VIII. Other tombs in Toledo of people who made history. Page 170

The tomb of Doménikos Theotokópoulos "El Greco". Page 178

A frustrated pantheon of illustrious men. Page 182

Don Álvaro de Luna and Doña Juana de Pimentel. Page 188

An empty tomb for four hundred years. Page 191

The tomb of Cardinal Mendoza. Page 194

Francisco de Pisa. Page 196

The flying priest. Bartolomeu Lourenço de Gusmão. Page 197

Chapter IX. The Cistercian monastery of Monte Sión. A case of pantheon foundation. Page 201

The graves. Page 204

Chapter X. Bodies of saints and blesseds venerated in Toledo. Page 215

Chapter XI. Those who did not return. Page 232

Saint Ildefonso of Toledo. Page 232

Grave of Alfonso VI, king of Castile. Page 237

Alfonso X the Wise. Page 239

Francisco Jiménez de Cisneros. Page 240

Queen Joanna I of Castile. Page 242

Alfonso III de Fonseca, archbishop of Toledo. Page 243

Juan de Padilla. Page 244

Francisco de Rojas. Page 248

Cardinal Lorenzana. Page 249

Bibliography. Page 251

#books #toledo la ciudad de los muertos #toledo the city of the dead #ventura leblic garcía #history #pre-roman history #carpetan history #roman history #visigothic history #carpetania #hispania #jewish history #sefarad #sepharad #muslim history #al andalus #christian history #death rites #ancient history #medieval history #modern history #part 1 #toledo #carpetan culture #roman culture #visigoth culture #christian culture #jewish culture #islamic culture #carpetans

[sackclothandasdfjkl]

when I die I want to be cremated but they have to lower the coffin into the furnace vertically and also play the Terminator theme thanks

#funeral #death rites #death #what if James Cameron slaps the ceremony with a copyright notice WHAT THEN

[sigh4diamond]

#tarot #death rites #11

[dimespin]

Do saratoans associate the shades of ashy brown that are natural to their species' skin under the magical pigmentation with death? Sorry for the kinda morbid question, I was just thinking about how controversial open-casket funerals are in some cultures (as one does) and your guys crossed my mind in context with that.

Not generally - it's considered an inappropriate color for say, a saratoan dolly, since that makes it look like a corpse, but shades of gray and taupe are popular for clothes where it's just judged to be a nice neutral tone that their bright skin colors pop against.

It takes a bit more effort to choose accessories that read as symbolic of death to them. Their funeral rites are themed around the color the deceased was in life, mourners bring items of the same color to place by the body, creating a cluttered collection of items of the same color

The symbolism of death is a little more individualized as a result. The color of "goth" for Saratoans is just whatever color they are + excessive clutter

Dressing like this is ironically considered off putting by younger adults and is accepted more warmly by elders rather than being a way to shock and rebel against elder generations.

Elders generally read an outfit like this as "funeral director" which is a role not considered totally necessary to the management of rites, but are a welcome relief to overworked household leaders to have someone experienced available to support them.

#death #funeral rites #funeral practices #worldbuilding #saratoan #I like rando funeral director girl I'm gonna develop her more #dime made this

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

people practice w Them <3

#posting this and then shoving my head into a hole Bye #i am! Not Confident!!! in my people scribbling abilities!! #but im trying!!! im fucking trying!!! #i already see improvement #not enough to make me go 'wee the masses are gonna love this' #but enough that i can fathom posting. i can handle it. i can do this #if i dont do it now then i never will!!!! #im still gonna scream into a pillow rip it apart and then eat the stuffing!!!! #ah... the mortification of Existing... of Being Perceived... #it is ever present and inescapable! youd thing id be used to it by now!!! #ill be on my death bed asking people to leave the room so that i can die w/o feeling horribly self conscious and Seen #no seriously every time i think about my potential death and or coma should that happen #i prematurely cringe at the Attention. people potentially crying at my bedside Eugh No Thank You Please Do That Elsewhere #either call me a loser and drop off a single flower or leave me be <3 #THIS IS A WELCOME HOME SCRIBBLE POST. IM SORRY I FORGOT #scribble garnish #uh um uh so uh wally and barnaby am i rite fellas- #in my mind they're picking up takeout for dinner <3 #yeah no im not tagging it with a fandom tag. i dont want to be perceived As We've Established #im somewhat satisfied with that first wally.... swag <3 #& do i have major gender envy for barnaby? yeah #im not used to drawing people but i should be... i need to be... #THERE ARE GUYS I WANNA DRAW! mine and others!!! ngl mostly mine!!!

[vermin-disciple]

I know the fandom latched onto the 'Jeff's Inn by the Sea' thing early on as some sort of romantic idealized Retirement Goals (TM) endgame, but to me this has always sounded less 'domestic bliss' and more 'unmitigated disaster,' and the finale has definitely not changed my opinion on that. Like I'm giving this venture about a week before both of them are metaphorically clawing the curtains and gnawing the furniture. And the only reason I'm giving them that long is because I'm assuming they spend the majority of that first week screwing each other's brains out (with a few intermittent breaks for incompetent attempts at house renovation). Anne and Mary's antique shop really feels like foreshadowing here. Or at least a warning.

Glad they've got a chance to fail at something together, though (other than communicating about their relationship). Love that for them.

#getting the former crew involved might help on the 'not going stir-crazy' front #but I'm not sure how much it would help on the 'running a functioning business' side of things #you just know that anyone who isn't skiving off work to fuck in the guestrooms will be busy fleecing the customers #(assuming they have any customers) #stede's greatest innovation is somehow inventing fire insurance just before they burn the place down #I do actually have more serious thoughts on this aspect of the finale that I may elaborate on in future #but which basically boil down to finding it dissatisfying as an ending in several respects but seeing the potential in it for a third seaso #if we get one #ofmd s2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #meta #our flag means death #vermin rites

[trillscienceofficer]

Star Trek: Voyager 6x02 “Survival Instinct”

It's nice to be on a Federation starship again. I'd like to stay aboard Voyager.

#trekedit #voyageredit #star trek voyager #seven of nine #marika wilkarah #three of nine #voy #ep: survival instinct #bajoran tag #i think about marika every day. #and about the way she spent those last few weeks on voyager #i wonder who she talked to. if she became close to the other bajorans on board despite her starfleet background #i wonder what her story was and if she ever told them #and if this influenced anything about her final days. about the rites she wanted to be performed after her death. #i wonder if seven and marika ever crossed paths again in those weeks. #no more words that needed or could be exchanged between them... #literally trek character of all time. bajoran in starfleet that got assimilated at wolf 359 and was in seven's unimatrix...

[wangxianficrecs]

places under the sky by narie

🔒 places under the sky

by narie

T, 17k, Wei Wuxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian braces himself for what might come next, the story of how this man died by the Yiling Patriarch's hand—at Nightless City, at the Burial Mounds, as the rest of the sects tried to bring that great villain to account. "What was his name?" Uncle Gan sits back, twiddles his thumbs as he thinks. "Well, it'd be Wei something, of course." "Wei Changze, wasn't it?" chimes in a new person, and if anyone agrees or disagrees, Wei Wuxian does not hear them. His wine bowl slips from his grip and the sudden clatter of it barely registers over the unexpected sounds of his father's name. Wei Changze, slipping so careless from a stranger's mouth here in small Taozi, here of all places under the open sky. Wei Changze. - Wei Wuxian meets his grandmother. No, not the immortal one. The other one. Kay's comments: The first comment under this story just read "Oh. Oh. This was heart breaking" and yeah. I couldn't have said it better. Absolutely heart-breaking, devastating and sad, but like in the best way possible. Not a happy story at all, but instead one that leaves you feeling as if your heart has been clawed open. The Untamed canon where Wei Wuxian accidently meets his grandmother, on his father's side of the family, during his post-canon travels, while he pines away for Lan Zhan. Surprise grandma, but he can't bring himself to burden her with the truth of who he is and so simply introduces himself as Mo Xuanyu. Excerpt: "Did your sect know they had a son? He was born here, in this house. Little a'Ying," she adds, effortlessly, thoughtlessly, smiling at him. The name in her mouth is unfamiliar, a warped version of those that have claimed him before. A'Ying is a child's name, the most childish of them, and although of course it's supposed to be his, he doesn't recall ever having been that. He's been a'Xian to shijie, to Uncle Fengmian sometimes, and he is Wei Ying to Lan Zhan now, nothing else. It's not a name he owns, and he does not like the way it lingers in the small space between them: innocent, untroubled, unaware, reaching for him and offering to tie him to this place. It's instinct to look away to avoid it, to busy his hands and his gaze with his teacup, to reach for the final cake. Yet he can't stop his hearing from betraying him, he can't not hear Zhang Rufen as she continues, "They always took him with them when they went wandering, all three of them were very stubborn. I used to tell Chang'er to leave the boy here with us, but neither he nor his wife would hear of it. He would not have been so much to feed, and we were doing better by then, we could have used another pair of hands to help with the orchards as he grew up." There it is again, this possibility, this other life, offered to him with fully unhesitant regard. He tries to avoid it, but it unspools in front of him, so bright and clear, almost tempting: the seasons, the harvest, the river, the cool moist soil settling under his nails and around them, working its indelible way into every groove of his fingers, a different sort of ink. Tending life, instead of rending it. A good life. Maybe it would have suited a'Ying, whoever that boy would have become.

pov wei wuxian, post-canon, the untamed compliant, the untamed, rogue cultivator wei wuxian, canonical character death, grief/mourning, closure, sad wei wuxian, wei wuxian has a family, funerary rites, family dynamics

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #March 2024 #teen #medium fic 15k-49k #places under the sky #narie #pov wei wuxian #post-canon #the untamed compliant #the untamed #rogue cultivator wei wuxian #canonical character death #grief/mourning #closure #sad wei wuxian #wei wuxian has a family #funerary rites #family dynamics

[lordadmiralfarsight]

I (main blog of avantlalettre) will butcher you my beautiful saber and throw your remains in a river if you dont publicly denounce vaspider for calling ME,a female of 16 years,a perverted man. And furthermore your soul shall go to hell afterwards where it shall forever be trapped in a pool of flie's larvae,ice,and human refuse wherein you shall be tormented by your demonic hosts and force to pursue the Adversary's standard through this ocean of purulence for the remainder of eternity. However you can avoid this if you denounce vaspider,apologize to me,and delete your reply

Don't be surprised that people assume you're a guy when the name of your blog is Karl prince of darkness, Karl is a typically male name and people are gonna assume, doesn't matter how long you've been a female.

I didn't see anything about perversion in Vaspider's reply, so I'm going to guess you tacked that on yourself and that it's your opinion of all men. Nice essentialism there dipshit, but switching "woman bad" with "man bad" doesn't make you a genious or anything close to good, it makes you a narrowminded asshole. As a man, vas te faire retourner par une chèvre, suce-merde.

I don't believe in your soul thingy, so your threats mean fuck all to me.

Even if I somehow took into account your worldview, calling you an idiot on the internet wouldn't justify that severe of a punishment, especially for eternity, so you claiming that shows you are either exaggerating or you have an incredibly inflated opinion of your own worth on a metaphysical level. Either way, your threats are worthless even in your own belief system.

Reading the first line made me wonder if I had somehow gotten a yandere stalker. If you want people to give you the time of day, try not to talk like a deranged lunatic.

The overly wordy way you write is also doing you no favor, as it makes you sound like a melodramatic twat. You don't sound smart, you sound arrogant. Just in case, and so you understand, here's a TL;DR in your own language : I, Farsight, Lord Admiral by the Grace of my Shipping Heart, do declare that your vile perfidy and obtuse demagoguery are most unwanted upon these hallowed piers, that your hackneyed threats are as void of meaning as the soul of a gull is of decency, that your biases are a stain most revolting and that your very presence is neither wanted, nor tolerated. Begone from my dock. Or, for normal people : blocked. And if you somehow contact me again, I will contact the police regarding the very real and actual death threat in the first sentence of this bullshit. And as I live in France, where death threats ARE legally penalized, that means legal consequences :) So fuck off my dock, and never come back. Vas te faire voire chez quelqu'un qui en a quelque chose à foutre de tes conneries.

#My first death threat on tumblr! #This feels like a rite of passage #and it's pseudo-spiritualist religious bullshit too #I wonder if that's a collector #can I sell it ? #I'd make an NFT of it if NFTs were still around #it's utter worthless bullshit #which makes it perfect for an NFT #“ME; a female of 16 years!” #So what #I've been a man for almost 32 years #gender + age ain't an achievement #but seriously death threats have legal consequences in France #if that moron comes back or tries anything I AM going to the police station #and I'm a teacher #and considering how many high profile teacher murders have happened in recent years #they'll listen #they kind of have to

[docpiplup]

Toledo La Ciudad de los Muertos

Part 2- Introduction (Click here for the first part)

Introduction

"Los muertos a los bivos, ¿Por qué an d'embargar?" Poem of Fernán González

"Toledo, the city of the dead" is a recurring and non-exclusive title, since we can apply it to any place of human occupation with the historical characteristics of our population, Rome for example. Life and death are closely linked to the condition of living beings in nature and their cycles. However, humans, as transcendent beings, have developed around this episode, where the vital disappears, a culture whose manifestations will be the object of this work. Death is, therefore, a natural event that generates other episodes of a social, religious or artistic nature linked to the degree of development of the community where it occurs.

Our city has been studied from different perspectives. This one that concerns us does not intend to bring us closer or separate us from death, it simply seeks to introduce into the history of a fact of anthropological relevance that has configured its own space, studied by numerous scholars, although in a fragmented way and from different fields.

With this contribution we intend to explain the evolutionary stages of the different cultural groups that have lived in the city, their funerary manifestations and the spiritual and religious influences of death that at each moment made possible the development of the various sociological and artistic currents linked to the sculpture, music, literature, painting, architecture, customs, rituals; and that even affected the urban configuration.

The presence of this culture of death, with the characteristics of each of the historical stages incorporated into our cultural legacy, is dispersed throughout the city and outside the walls, especially occupying spaces of Christian tradition: churches, monasteries, cemeteries..., where the material or immaterial manifestations resulting from the secular evolution itself are present that help configure what is Toledo.

The cultural considerations that we will develop about death range from its perception as something natural and close- since in the first centuries of the Christian Era and the early Middle Ages, society unreservedly accepted the laws of Nature and death was accepted as one more- to others in which the awareness of one's own individuality in the face of death was judged by each person's own actions, the preparation for this trance being an exclusive matter for those who left life. This evolution reaches new changes in mentality in which death is an element of disturbance and pain in the face of forced separation, where the family surrounds and accompanies the dying in a common mourning in which they help each other "to die well." A situation that changes in modern times in which considerations about death have undergone new changes, going from being a natural fact to almost erasing it from our projects and leaving its control to science. In recent times, death seeks to be kept away and hidden, and if possible, quickly and painlessly.

These social traits, influenced by religious, materialistic or scientific cultures that manifest themselves with more or less impact on the chronology of History, have brought about the transfer of places where those who preceded us rest and the different material and spiritual treatment that arises from the various peoples who will find a place in Toledo.

While Romans, Visigoths, Muslims and Jews moved their dead away from the city, Christians brought them closer; until civil society again took them away to places prepared for them: the cemeteries. These funerary spaces are a manifestation of a historical moment and not only serve to study death, but also to learn about life and its manifestations. There are cemeteries that are true museums, places with pleasant landscapes or that invite you to walk through their gardens. Although it is true that generally no one wants to have a cemetery next to their house, that is not possible in our city, where life and death often come together in the same urban space. Later, the growth of medieval cities, closed in their walls, made cohabitation with cemeteries unsustainable, which, considered as sources of epidemics, caused subsequent alarm among the population, which marked the decline of this custom. The change in religious beliefs and advances in medicine also contributed to this, denouncing the unhealthiness of these urban places. Thus death disappears as a shared element in the life of the city.

In Toledo these ancient necropolises are located either outside the walls or a few meters from our homes, due to the proliferation of parishes, hospitals, convents and monasteries in which cemeteries existed and still exist today. It is true that we hardly consider them as such and in many cases we ignore them. Even less do we know our former "neighbors", their identity, under what circumstances they lived and died or whether we "keep" their remains under our feet or above our heads.

We will dedicate these pages to clarify these aspects among the evocations that the traces of History leave us.

If life and death are inseparably linked, as we pointed out at the beginning, Toledo is a city where life multiplies and floods everything, filling it with color, light, sounds, musicality, movement, joy; that thinks and advances in the dynamic and creative, but that assumes and respects its historical burden as a spiritual and material asset of undoubted value, with which it advances in its vital development.

From that life we ​​allow ourselves to scrutinize a relevant part of the human evolutionary process, which ends in death, to know, breaking an almost visceral distance, the accumulation of surprising revelations that research provides us.

Knowing is not escaping from reality, it is discovering it, with no other pretension than the encounter, once again, with our own history, which is and will always be of the living and the dead.

#books #toledo la ciudad de los muertos #toledo the city of the dead #history #ventura leblic garcía #toledo #death rites #part 2 #introduction

[ghostly-penumbra]

DPxDC Week 2023

17: Jason Todd/Soulmate AU/Funerary Rites

Ao3

Warning: Referenced character death.

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Jason trailed along after Danny, feeling through their bond the core held in his soulmate’s bare hands still pulsing waves of coldness.

More present through the bond, was Danny’s sorrow.

Jason hadn’t been asked to come, hadn’t been required to be here. Danny had been the one Frostbite had chosen as the messenger, and it was usual that they did the trek alone, but as his Soulmate, it wasn’t prohibited for Jason to tag along.

After seven days of walking, with the Zone reshaping itself to allow them an uninterrupted path, the pair of halfas reached the very end of the Ghost Zone.

There, Death sat beneath a tree, its leaves rustling with no wind.

“Hi, boys.” She said, tipping her black top hat at them. “Fancy seeing you here.”

That managed to put a small smile in Danny’s face, and Jason was grateful for that. Still, though, he felt his other half wasn’t ready for cheeky answers, so he did it for him.

“Oh, you know us, can’t go too long without swinging by to see ya.”

The Endless smirked at that, but finally looked back at Danny with gentle, gentle eyes.

“Ready?” She asked.

A courtesy of a few seconds. Frostbite had made his choice, and decided it was his time to go and they would both respect that, even if it hurt.

Danny held the core out to her, and Death took it in her hands with care.

“Take him somewhere nice.” Danny pleaded, voice small.

“That’s for him to find out.” She told him in a kind tone that nonetheless left no room for arguments, and then, without another word, Death left.

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