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It was a sunny and temperate the day Ginger was placed in the ground. The breeze tickled Crichton's neck with a gentleness that might have been taunting, had he been another man with another temperament, but as it was, Crichton found it comforting.
A small crowd was gathered - testament to the friends Ginger had made, whether she'd believed she'd made them or not, and John looked into each of their faces briefly, overwhelmed with a thankfulness he couldn't express that they'd come to see her off.
They'd found a man named Book to do the ceremony itself. John liked him - he'd been in space, and that was always right by John, and he listened attentively to the man's brief sermon. It was good, the kind of ceremony even Ginger would've been hardpressed to find fault with, though John was sure she'd have tried, just as surely as he'd have put her in a headlock after.
When the time came at last to lower her into the ground, Crichton was there himself, shouldering the burden along with several others. Climbing out again, he took up a handful of dirt mixed with sand, sprinkling it over the top of the coffin.
"See you around, kid," he murmured. "I love you."
[gathering post for Ginger's funeral. Tag each other, or tag Ginger with your goodbyes]
A small crowd was gathered - testament to the friends Ginger had made, whether she'd believed she'd made them or not, and John looked into each of their faces briefly, overwhelmed with a thankfulness he couldn't express that they'd come to see her off.
They'd found a man named Book to do the ceremony itself. John liked him - he'd been in space, and that was always right by John, and he listened attentively to the man's brief sermon. It was good, the kind of ceremony even Ginger would've been hardpressed to find fault with, though John was sure she'd have tried, just as surely as he'd have put her in a headlock after.
When the time came at last to lower her into the ground, Crichton was there himself, shouldering the burden along with several others. Climbing out again, he took up a handful of dirt mixed with sand, sprinkling it over the top of the coffin.
"See you around, kid," he murmured. "I love you."
[gathering post for Ginger's funeral. Tag each other, or tag Ginger with your goodbyes]