The things that count as funeral rites are surprisingly flexible. Even just a tip of the hat is enough to settle a soul in its place when all life is gone and all ties to the living are severed. These minute gestures or grand ceremonies are what keep the dead in their place and give us a distinct separation from them. In this we all get our peace, whether we deserve it or not.
But not everyone gets a funeral rite, not everyone can. There have been countless souls who are still bound to their bodies, who have died alone and their corpses left in anonymity, undiscovered for centuries while everything that is their consciousness remains stuck inside a rotting corpse, tethered to whichever place it remains.
Unfortunately if the body remains in several pieces (as it may be should any wildlife get to it) the soul becomes what is known as an orb. A small shred of the person it once was, now more free but less conscious if who it was and what it is doing.
Worse still if the body is in one piece and is anywhere near another living human. The hatred they can gather over the years is lethal without a doubt. It would be a mercy if they were to kill quickly and unsurprising for them to make company for themselves.
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