There is Something in the sky and it consumes us when we die.
They are taken to the empty bay and carried out to a small platform just at the entrance to the sea. Great tendrils emerge from that perfect cloudless sky and descend onto the body, leaving nothing behind - not even the memories of their peaceful resting face.
Sometimes loved ones will volunteer to carry the body out, to forget their pain and move forward as if their dearly departed had never existed. If none of them volunteer we pick at random from the rest of the town, considering it our duty to attend at least one consummation.
Apparently I've attended twelve.
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