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ASHES ON THE SNOW BY L. MILTON HANKINS
THE LOVELY DEATH CENTER
In a land of pure bliss and perfection, where bigots do not exist, death is a decision–just like marriage–very few miss. Those who choose join the collective, a hive-mind without physical form, where very few exalted ones live forever in an abyss etched in crystal laser cut with precision to a point our civilization does not have. A place where, some would consider heaven, although life and death still resonate, those with life are free to choose their end. Life is so unaffected by grief many choose to stay until age and restriction binds them to the earth. Then, they make an appointment at The Lovely Death Center to end their life however they choose. Surrounded by family, or completely alone, in a jungle provided by their place, is a holograph. They end violently, peacefully, noisily, or softly with their families or aloft in outer space.
LASER CUT, PRECISION CRYSTAL
The room helps their functions to cease, with or without pain, with or without making their peace. The Lovely Death Center is the one place where all dreams and sins can take place–murder, theft or any sort of disgrace. Upon entering, no one can change course. The Lovely Death Center allows for all religious ideologies, all atheistic non-belief, all deities worshiped and all deities cursed–a place for the best and a place for the worst. Any age may enter, but no age may be released; for after the blessing, the center burns the deceased, shipping the ashes according to the deceased’s wishes.
For 3,000 years, while everything on the planet has changed, The Lovely Death Center has remained the same.
TED WAS A BAD MAN
A failure in school, in college, in church–a failure to all, leaving helpers in the lurch. He was in and out of jail more times than he could spit. He knew he was a failure at thirty-five and no longer wanted to live.
TED WAS A BAD MAN
He heard of a place where dreams could come true, where no one would judge him for being who he was. He had robbed a bank. It was he who had raped and killed. It was he who had hacked and slashed. Often he dreamed of killing and skinning the flesh. He dreamed of eating the living and dead.
After one of his dreams, the very next day a young man came and listened as he spoke, offering no judgment, condemnation or questions concerning either his crimes or his dreams. The lurid hidden desires of the man many would have considered obscene. On April 2nd, at a quarter past ten, the two men walked together to The Lovely Death Center. As Ted walked in he was able to fulfill all of his dreams and find the peace he sought in blood and in screams. He programmed all of his transgressions into The Lovely Death Center machine. He slaughtered and raped to his delight. Just as he was finished his life took flight. His body then burst into flames high in the air.
A BURST OF FLAME
His energy returned to light and dark lairs. Amongst his victims, never again to hear the sounds of anguish, his ashes may be found.
The pastor pained and prayed through more than should be needed. How much pain does God think he needed? How much purification to find his bliss, to find heaven and feel death’s kiss?
His children found other religions. His wife slowly lost her mind. For himself, he never truly accepted, his own life neglected. All for others he led his life–full of turmoil, full of strife–he could handle no more…
…when a young man came to his door. He poured out his heart and dreams, somehow knowing his life would soon pass.
He planned to throw the remainder of his life away on Good Friday; to find his dream and eternal bliss at The Lovely Death Center. He shared his secret heart’s desire to light his church and home on fire, to burn in heat and eternal bliss with a most desirable, sexy man. So, on the eve of Good Friday, when his Savior so far away in the past was crucified, he would soon as well die.
His climax with the perfect man would be the end of God’s true plan for this saintly man. This man who lived and died in his perfect plan.
The flames shot high into the sky, and, at his church on that Sunday the young man was called to pray. In his prayer, so well sent to gods, goddesses, and to them their pastor’s ashes were spread –on the congregants the young man left without regrets. For the “Padrè” who once was theirs, they would pass along to dirt and kerchiefs.