Death of the devoted.

I throw a lily on your corpse and bury you. As I shovel dirt into the hole in which you lay, the flower falls from your chest and onto the earth surrounding you, buried all the same. You wouldn't have held onto it, even if you were alive. You thought flowers were impractical and expensive. But lilies are much more symbolic to me. I think you would've been proud to see what we'd accomplished when…