The Jazz Fusion

Mini-Chapter: Silver

Miguel Ibarra knocks on the door.

*knock knock...*

The door opens.

"Hey, Silver! I have your favorite-!!!" Miguel drops the plate of strawberries.

His parakeet is on the ground, dead.

Miguel grabs his mouth and weeps. "No... it can't be..." Miguel teared up and slammed the wall with his fist, creating a hole.

Death appears next to Miguel. "It's time..."

"Can I at least bring him back for one day...?"

"I've told you this every time they die... You can't. I'm so sorry..."

Miguel bows his head, feeling depressed.

Death grabs his soul and pulls it out of Silver's body.

Miguel felt so horrible. "Did I not feed him well...? Did I not notice any symptoms...?"

"He was sick and you didn't notice... He began harming himself..."

Miguel wipes his tears and grabbed his dear pet. "I'm so sorry... I didn't know... I'm such a terrible pet owner..."

"You did what you could, Ibarra. You were too stressed with work lately that you forgot about your pets... Please take care of the others."

"Of course... I apologize, Silver... I truly do... Here..."

Miguel decays the strawberry and takes its soul, placing it on his hand and feeding it to Silver. 

"Will he be okay?"

"Of course, he will. All animals go to the Good Place."

"He better..." he felt horrible.

Death then disappeared along with the poor bird.

Miguel grabs the bird's body and buries it in his garden at the back of his house on the hill. He places dried grass on the grave and makes a little gravestone for the bird. It is shown that there are several dead pets in his garden, around thousands. You see, the back of his house just goes into the forest, and the front is his neighborhood. So, in that forest his pets are newly buried after his original home was destroyed. 3,000 years of several pets dying because of their age.

Miguel, with a bell in his hand, leaves in front of him, a match in his pocket, and an Anting-Anting while kneeling in front of the grave, does the sign of the cross and rings a bell three times. He then burns some leaves by lighting the match with Divine Magic and prays Latin-Filipino prayers for the rest of the day. Then, he placed an Anting-Anting on the grave, just like the other graves.

At 12 AM, he bows his head, stands up, and walks away as if nothing happened.

"Hey!" he smiled, entering the house. "Wanna play Smash?"

Note: In memory of Silver. My Pet Parakeet.