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I’m not crying... I just got something in my.... Oh man this freaking sad and beautiful and sad and heartbreaking and sad.
I’ll write a fic of this someday... but first.
*Starts to cry*
how do you think Lightning will react about if Sally dies suddenly ? I'm feeling a little down right now
Oh…. oh. Wow. Okay.
Well I hope you feel better soon, anon. I don’t know if this will help or make it worse, but I hope somehow it helps you out.
Everyone thought he took Doc’s death hard. That was nothing compared to this. When they heard the news, he started screaming and swearing, completely turning into someone else the townsfolk had never seen.
He just leaves town without saying a word. He can’t take seeing it without her. She was the one who really made him appreciate it to begin with.
No one sees him for three or four days, no one knows where he went. Turns out, he drove up into the mountains and just sat in isolation while he mourned her. He couldn’t bear being around anyone.
He makes it back for the funeral, but doesn’t speak. Everyone is trying to provide what comfort they can, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. She was his life. Nothing, not even his racing career, was as significant as her.
Afterwards, he spends a lot of time at her grave. They buried her near Doc. He tries to talk to her to ease his conscience, but he can’t say anything without breaking back into into sobs.
He tries to find someone to blame for his pain, but can’t. He can’t control his thoughts and goes back and forth between being vehemently angry and unbearably anguished.
He’s torn between leaving Radiator Springs for good and staying. It all reminds him of her, and it’s painful. But at the same time he knows she’d want him to take care of it now that both she and Doc were gone.
He never goes to visit Wheel Well again. He can’t even look at it. He still supports and manages the operation, but he’ll never go back. He makes a point not to look at it if he has to drive by it. That was sacred ground for them as a couple. It’ll never be the same.
He treats the Cozy Cone motel similarly, although he still stays there. He hires on an old friend to keep it running so he doesn’t have to do it himself. Going into the office was hard to take. All the decor was still as she’d left it.
A couple weeks later, Mater finally gets him to talk. He doesn’t respond much, but it’s an improvement. Mater doesn’t push him, but he does say something that strikes a chord with Lightning. “Forgetting her won’t make it [the pain] go away.”
Lightning was given similar advice when Doc died, and he knew that he needed to honor her in a similar manner. He decided that he wasn’t going to leave town. That town was her everything, and if that’s all he had left of her besides memories, he was going to do whatever he could to support it.
Later on, he tries to focus more on racing, but it’s not quite the same. He still does well, but he finds himself pushing himself to the limits a lot more and thinking a lot less. It’s not a good strategy, and his eager spirit is just gone. He misses seeing her there in the pits waiting for him.
It takes several months for things to return to any degree of normality. The town is still much quieter, as Sally’s bubbly, optimistic personality isn’t there to supplement it anymore, but everyone at least functions again.
Lightning eventually remembers how to enjoy himself and have fun again. He spends more time with the other members of the town and even with his racing buddies. He’s gotten to a point where he can think about her and not feel overwhelmed by her absence. There’s still a void in his soul, but it’s one he intends to keep, in memory of her.
They played Slim Shady at my cousin‘s funeral. That was by far the only good thing about today. 
Ruin a funeral in four words
I'll go first: hey this guys delicious!
Klaus: So guys?
Luther: Klaus? Why are you wearing a suit?
Diego: Now you're going straight?
Lila: (looking at victor) Was that hetrophobic?
Victor(sighing): There is no such term lila.
Five: Why don't you bunch of assholes let him complete his question?
Klaus: We need to drive to the cemetery?
Ben: And? You want us to vote or some shit?
Allison:(at once with Ben) I thought you weren't afraid of ghosts, drive him.
*Ben and Allison glare at each other.
*Five pinches his nose.
Klaus: Not ghosts, no. I'm just high?
Luther: Why are you talking in questions?
Five: Fuck the traditional way. I'm teleporting, Delores.
Examples in Ignorance
Around 7th grade I was told by one of my teachers that after they put a casket into a grave that they pour cement over it at the end of the funeral service. It honestly took me until my junior year of high school to realize that it's meant to stop grave robbers and not to keep zombies from rising up from their graves.
Some indie rock for you guys to spice things up a bit Enjoy
Stephansdom reflection
The day, when his mother die.
Ok I though John Mulany wasn’t being serious
I was on zoom attending my great grandfather’s funeral yesterday. He was pretty religious but the good kind where he didn’t care what you identified as, at least sexuality wise we never got to talk about gender spectrum, and when we got to the part where the priest said “peace be with you” and people actually responded with “and your spirit” I was in shock. I was flabbergasted at this comidian’s story unfolding in my living room. I haven’t gone to church since my mom dragged me there for Easter like three years ago and I thought of just walking out with my smallest sister who was getting restless anyway but then we’d both get whoped at as soon as it was over. I too had that moment of “what’s happening? The actually changed it? That’s the thing they wanted to change?”. They either had people firing guns out side of the church as a respect thing or someone was in a turf war with the seagulls outside during the viewing. Rest In Peace Grampy, if you’re still traveling have fun, also have fun figuring out what to do now that you have swapped wives. I’m sure that’ll be very weird down the line when all three of you are together
:(
Shortly arriving home after a rather glum day, Elesa finds herself staring at an old photo. Receiving a call from another gym leader, explaining Emmet's absence from Ingo's funeral.
"I don't blame him for not coming, he still believes Ingo is out there" :(
I imagine it must have been horrible for Emmet and Elesa after his disappearance. The sleepless nights, the paused events, and the endless searching. ~
I sure hope Ingo comes back home to Nimbasa 💛 🤍 🖤
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All gas no brakes #CurrentlyListeningTo #Funeral #TunechisBack (at Mathews Bridge) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7_m-4RBub9riKzOgZTPbZuaQAFfNRk6DvKD9w0/?igshid=1ojbteas23v9n
Today i tried giving one of my friends my tumblr and he replied with "welcome to 2013".... i can't do this anymore–
For an article about the waning of traditional funerals and the rise of more individualized death services. I, for one, am currently editing my will to include a laser show.
Shout out to my cousin, a Wiccan, who went to her (much loved and adored) mother’s Christian funeral and delivered a very touching eulogy out of respect for her mother and her beliefs.
And then threw hands with the pastor doing the service, who said that “Not everyone goes to heaven, so just be prepared for that”, and “I don’t know how God will call [great-aunt] to heaven, (she’d been cremated) but I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”
WHILE THE GRIEVING MOTHER AND CHILDREN WERE IN THE FRONT ROW.
He told my cousin, who pointed out that this is a funeral of a much loved woman, and that he should not be saying that to the family, “Oh. Well you’re wrong.”
She tore him a new one. Then she had our ordained grandfather stand up and deliver the rest of the sermon.
So thank you Dea, for putting that man in his place. Your mum was the only one who could defeat my mom at Scrabble. She will be missed.
This happened in February of last year, my grandpa got to the Cemetery in a most fitting of ways. He started Tage Davidsen Drywall Supplies, it’s a family business.