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the funeral (scifi)

The Funeral is a science fiction short story set in a funeral hall on Mars, a harsh planet technologically inferior to the other planetary colonies. In the fourth dynasty of Emperor Ares 12, a patriotic family of tanners: Phiprepares for the funeral of their third daughter. Di Di her 8-year-old son who found her in an overdosed state, is naturally inquisitive. Di Di believes in satisfying his curiosity, which has been intensified due to his recent introduction to the concept of (his mother's) death. He wants to figure out what lies after death to deal with his loss, but is met with societal taboos and ignorance in his pursuit of truth.  

Again and again, Di Di is told that his mother has “ascended” to Earth, where all of their ancestors are dwelling, and that he will have to wait for a long time before getting to meet his mother again. Being in a desperate state of mind, he rationalizes that since the family is too poor for interplanetary travel, the only available way to go to Earth is through death. At the funeral service, Di Di’s grandfather presents the eulogy, but Di Di, overcome with grief and frustration with helplessness, ultimately makes the snap decision to go to Earth in search of his mother.  

Chinese mysticism of Mars. and death. And war. People Travel to earth, but gramps say he’ll only travel there when he’s older.


Dealing with death, even the power of science cannot explain what happens after. Scene grandpa giving the eulogy online, interspersed with kid's thoughts. Kid took the same pills as his mother, and lay in the exact same position. he left a voice note telling dad he will be back after he sees mom.


They breed mysticism on Mars, which is still very much a backwater colony—even during this age of Golden Peace. Death thrives on wave after wave of rapidly aging younglings. While the constant war of ignorance is fought by the descendants of Red. 



The People Travel to earth, but gramps say he’ll only travel there when he’s older.



Dealing with death, even the power of science cannot explain what happens after. Scene grandpa giving the eulogy online, interspersed with kid's thoughts. Kid took the same pills as his mother, and lay in the exact same position. he left a voice note telling dad he will be back after he sees mom.






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