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The uncle, who was unhappy already with his own family, picked up this vase of flowers. He hated his nagging wife and annoying kids, they never treated him like he was worth anything. One day he decided to go out for a walk in the town cemetery, he always went there when his wife came home drunk from partying with her friends leaving him to take care of the kids. As he was walking he recognized which tomb he was in front of, and read the last name that matched his. Something caught his eye down in front of the tomb. It was a vase of flowers, looking untouched and perfect, so perfect the looked real, but he knew that no one visited this place so they had to be fake. So there he stood fixated on the flowers, it was mesmerizing, drawing him in and telling him something. Whispers slid into his mind taking over his thoughts. It made him want to commit every morbid thought he has had since he could remember.