A N U B I S
After a morning filled with embalming and painting up the newly departed for the afternoon funerals, Anubis finally found time to record where each soul traveled or if they reentered the body and joined the living. He wrinkled his snout in disgust. In the past week alone, half of the dead bodies that filtered into his mortuary rose to gallivant with the living. Anubis was determined to figure out why the youth abhorred death so much, which lead to his meticulous record keeping.
Unfortunately after half a century, he still couldn't find a pattern among the newly risen. Atheism wasn't a factor because atheists did not believe in any supernatural hoodoo. Religion helped aid in the dead staying dead. Gender and race held no answers. Nor did social standing. It was a frustrating business for the ancient god.
Huffing to himself, Anubis shelved the 50th volume of dead and checked on the bodies resting in their satin coffins. He preferred sarcophagi with their ornate, regal beauty, but no one in this town truly respected death. All the townsfolk wanted was a dolled up cadaver and a boring funeral that ended with a disgrace of a party afterward at the home of the newly deceased's home. No one respected tradition.
Satisfied that none of the bodies were going to reanimate, Anubis reapplied his flawless turquoise eyeliner that accentuated his canine eyes and shrugged on his well-loved leather jacket. He decided to stock up on cosmetics and soap at Joie de Vivre. The dead required multiple baths and make-overs. If they weren't hygienic in life, Anubis was determined to purge the disgusting filth life tried to cling onto their bodies.
Driving on his sleek, golden moped, he parked in front of Barry's store only to realize that the slacker had closed up shop. Shaking his head, Anubis walked over to Sasha's Sweets to antagonize Barry and indulge in the sugary goodness of Sasha's red velvet cupcakes. Entering the bakery, Anubis smiled contently, the retro 50's décor always put the god to ease. He fell into line behind the customer in front of him, although he didn't recognize the man, Anubis shrugged it off. The town's population was constantly fluctuating; it was the nature of supernatural hotspots.
After a morning filled with embalming and painting up the newly departed for the afternoon funerals, Anubis finally found time to record where each soul traveled or if they reentered the body and joined the living. He wrinkled his snout in disgust. In the past week alone, half of the dead bodies that filtered into his mortuary rose to gallivant with the living. Anubis was determined to figure out why the youth abhorred death so much, which lead to his meticulous record keeping.
Unfortunately after half a century, he still couldn't find a pattern among the newly risen. Atheism wasn't a factor because atheists did not believe in any supernatural hoodoo. Religion helped aid in the dead staying dead. Gender and race held no answers. Nor did social standing. It was a frustrating business for the ancient god.
Huffing to himself, Anubis shelved the 50th volume of dead and checked on the bodies resting in their satin coffins. He preferred sarcophagi with their ornate, regal beauty, but no one in this town truly respected death. All the townsfolk wanted was a dolled up cadaver and a boring funeral that ended with a disgrace of a party afterward at the home of the newly deceased's home. No one respected tradition.
Satisfied that none of the bodies were going to reanimate, Anubis reapplied his flawless turquoise eyeliner that accentuated his canine eyes and shrugged on his well-loved leather jacket. He decided to stock up on cosmetics and soap at Joie de Vivre. The dead required multiple baths and make-overs. If they weren't hygienic in life, Anubis was determined to purge the disgusting filth life tried to cling onto their bodies.
Driving on his sleek, golden moped, he parked in front of Barry's store only to realize that the slacker had closed up shop. Shaking his head, Anubis walked over to Sasha's Sweets to antagonize Barry and indulge in the sugary goodness of Sasha's red velvet cupcakes. Entering the bakery, Anubis smiled contently, the retro 50's décor always put the god to ease. He fell into line behind the customer in front of him, although he didn't recognize the man, Anubis shrugged it off. The town's population was constantly fluctuating; it was the nature of supernatural hotspots.