[Backdated like a backdating thing]
Nov. 2nd, 2010 02:20 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Here is a grumpy, disgruntled gunslinger who is not awake enough to deal with this crud.]
Shrines t'the dead? Aye, that'll do 'em good, cannot think of a thing a corpse would need more'n a shrine-a flowers. That'll surely attract lots-a good, fat worms, just what the doctor ordered, do ya kennit.
[Paper crinkles underneath this muttering] Pfah, and any ro' if I built a thousand t'wouldn't be enough for all my dead. [And the sound of a match being struck and a long, inhaled breath.] Shrines. Never heard somethin' so . . .
[He doesn't have the words for how ridiculous it is. Or maybe any word he can think just sounds disrespectful. He grouches, but as he remembers how he forgot to properly mourn the death of one of his best friends in all the excitement and confusion of arriving in Paradisa, he realizes he damn-well will be making a few shrines.]
Shrines t'the dead? Aye, that'll do 'em good, cannot think of a thing a corpse would need more'n a shrine-a flowers. That'll surely attract lots-a good, fat worms, just what the doctor ordered, do ya kennit.
[Paper crinkles underneath this muttering] Pfah, and any ro' if I built a thousand t'wouldn't be enough for all my dead. [And the sound of a match being struck and a long, inhaled breath.] Shrines. Never heard somethin' so . . .
[He doesn't have the words for how ridiculous it is. Or maybe any word he can think just sounds disrespectful. He grouches, but as he remembers how he forgot to properly mourn the death of one of his best friends in all the excitement and confusion of arriving in Paradisa, he realizes he damn-well will be making a few shrines.]