Glamorous

Glamourous: The Prolouge

Yellow flowers are blooming around the freshly covered grave, and there are more seeds already prepared to be planted after the service ends. The dew drops shine and sparkle in the grass, with a rainbow hovering vaguely in the background, the only other sign of this morning's rain. Chocolate cake with marshmallow filling is served as a sweet treat, however it's mainly the few children below ten who are present eating said cake. Must be too sweet for the adults, I think to myself. I myself simply don't want to get sticky, as I'm sure I would if I were to have a slice. Placed into the grave not too long ago, along with the body, were a plastic unicorn and spaceship he'd had, as stated in the will. Must have been a sudden whim while writing it on the deceased's part, on my uncle's part. For food, I could also see the "raining tacos". Named in such a way due to the little edible blue little raindrops on the taco shells, which I think is an odd choice for a funeral, especially with the nachos displayed right next to them, and how messy both can be to eat. I smile slightly to myself, remembering how many occasions the mess turned out to be worth it for the taste. Unfortunately, I don't consider this as one of those times. Smiling again, this time a little more forced, I wave at another guest walking past me, before turning once more back to the grave. I trace my eyes over over the headstone and admire the little smiling tree painted onto over an engraved tracing of the same tree. "Try to paint a happy tree, 'cause I could use a place to hide," he had stated. I wonder if anyone would do anything so ridiculous for me when I die. Although, people do seem to respect the dead more than the living, so maybe. Not that I'd want anything like a happy tree, no matter how much of an extra little impact it would leave behind for my legacy. As I'm thinking this, I notice a shady looking character watching me, until she catches my gaze and melts back into the shadows, out of sight. After a quick debate, I decide to check, but I find nothing there. Puzzled, I shake my head and write it off as an over-tired illusion caused by my brain.
I stay long enough to find out I'm receiving a small portion of money, and another, smaller gift at a later date from whoever is in charge of such things. I've already forgotten about the strange girl by the time I get home.