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RIP, Inculcated

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SEKTO:
PS: Inculcated's friend "Jose" told me that Medea did not go to her own daughter's funeral, and that she originally instructed the funeral home to dump the cremains out with that of the indigent and etc.  The cremains went to another family member (one other than Medea).
She did not go to the funeral, but she did go to the memorial.  That's not right.

SEKTO:
'The light climbed on out of the valley, and as it went, the tops
of the mountains seemed to blaze with increasing brightness.
Lennie said softly, "I di'n't forget, you bet, God damn. Hide in the
brush an' wait for George." He pulled his hat down low over his
eyes. "George gonna give me hell," he said. "George gonna wish he
was alone an' not have me botherin' him." He turned his head and
looked at the bright mountain tops. "I can go right off there an' find
a cave," he said. And he continued sadly, "-an' never have no ketchupbut
I won't care. If George don't want me... I'll go away. I'll go
away."
And then from out of Lennie's head there came a little fat old
woman. She wore thick bull's-eye glasses and she wore a huge gingham
apron with pockets, and she was starched and clean. She stood in front
of Lennie and put her hands on her hips, and she frowned
disapprovingly at him.
And when she spoke, it was in Lennie's voice. "I tol' you an' tol'
you," she said. "I tol' you, 'Min' George because he's such a nice
fella an' good to you.' But you don't never take no care. You do bad
things."
And Lennie answered her, "I tried, Aunt Clara, ma'am. I tried and
tried. I couldn't help it."
"You never give a thought to George," she went on in Lennie's voice.
"He been doin' nice things for you alla time. When he got a piece of
pie you always got half or more'n half. An' if they was any ketchup,
why he'd give it all to you."
"I know," said Lennie miserably. "I tried, Aunt Clara, ma'am. I
tried and tried."
She interrupted him. "All the time he coulda had such a good time if
it wasn't for you. He woulda took his pay an' raised hell in a whore
house, and he coulda set in a pool room an' played snooker. But he got
to take care of you."
Lennie moaned with grief. "I know, Aunt Clara, ma'am. I'll go
right off in the hills an' I'll fin' a cave an' I'll live there so I
won't be no more trouble to George."
"You jus' say that," she said sharply. "You're always sayin' that,
an' you know sonofabitching well you ain't never gonna do it. You'll
jus' stick around an' stew the b'Jesus outa George all the time."
Lennie said, "I might jus' as well go away. George ain't gonna let
me tend no rabbits now."
Aunt Clara was gone, and from out of Lennie's head there came a
gigantic rabbit. It sat on its haunches in front of him, and it
waggled its ears and crinkled its nose at him. And it spoke in
Lennie's voice too.
"Tend rabbits," it said scornfully. "You crazy bastard. You ain't
fit to lick the boots of no rabbit. You'd forget 'em and let 'em go
hungry. That's what you'd do. An' then what would George think?"
"I would not forget," Lennie said loudly.
"The hell you wouldn'," said the rabbit. "You ain't worth a
greased jack-pin to ram you into hell. Christ knows George done
ever'thing he could to jack you outa the sewer, but it don't do no
good. If you think George gonna let you tend rabbits, you're even
crazier'n usual. He ain't. He's gonna beat hell outa you with a stick,
that's what he's gonna do."
Now Lennie retorted belligerently, "He ain't neither. George won't
do nothing like that. I've knew George since- I forget when- and he
ain't never raised his han' to me with a stick. He's nice to me. He
ain't gonna be mean."
"Well, he's sick of you," said the rabbit. "He's gonna beat hell
outa you an' then go away an' leave you."
"He won't," Lennie cried frantically. "He won't do nothing like
that. I know George. Me an' him travels together."
But the rabbit repeated softly over and over, "He gonna leave you,
ya crazy bastard. He gonna leave ya all alone. He gonna leave ya,
crazy bastard."
Lennie put his hands over his ears. "He ain't, I tell ya he
ain't." And he cried, "Oh! George- George- George!"
George came quietly out of the brush and the rabbit scuttled back
into Lennie's brain.
George said quietly, "What the hell you yellin' about?"
Lennie got up on his knees. "You ain't gonna leave me, are ya,
George? I know you ain't."
George came stiffly near and sat down beside him. "No."
"I knowed it," Lennie cried. "You ain't that kind."'

--From "Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck

SEKTO:
To whom it may concern: Inculcated died of "Takotsubo cardiomyopathy," also known as "stress cardiomyopathy."  She literally died of a broken heart. 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Takotsubo_cardiomyopathy

Paul St. John:
disturbing and upsetting..

SEKTO:
She was my friend, and I miss her a lot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDq36YD1ESM

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