10/16/2026
Death teaches us how to live, is our closest companion, carries a stigma, and is inherent upon your arrival.
It is heavy.
It is transition.
It is transformation.
It is a reminder.
It is both an ending & a beginning.
Sometimes death comes with tears. Sometimes it comes with a shovel, a tarp, a molotov cocktail & your best friend. 😏
And most of the time, what needs to die isn’t a person at all.
This rite was held for the death of abuse—emotional, physical, spiritual, verbal & financial.
The death of neglect.
The death of disrespect.
The death of accepting what should never have been acceptable.
A proper burial for the s**t we are no longer willing to carry.
Living is where the light pierces darkness, and this is where the remembering is embodied.
And when you finally find yourself standing in it, there can be grief & joy at the very same time.
So we dressed for the occasion.
We named it Earl.
We brought a shovel.
We handled business.
We buried that s**t.
Goodbye, Earl ✌️⚰️ Not everything is about you.
