#condoling. logbook

[yutito]

oh no moonbin... may he rest in peace :( he seemed like a genuinely very kind man.

[rolesplay]

・┆✦ON MOURNING — a zayne & fmc fanfic.

Everything feels like a nightmare. It would have been easier if she could cry.

She hadn’t attended a funeral visitation in years. In fact, she doesn’t even remember attending one, ever.

But here she was, having to arrange Grandma’s and Caleb’s. Captain Jenna forcefully put her in a leave, and she couldn’t exactly say no to her boss.

So she stayed. In a small room at the funeral parlor, with only photographs of the deceased—because the explosion and the fire were so bad and nothing was left of her childhood home.

She sat there, received people who offered her condolences. Grandma’s neighbours, Caleb’s associates in Skyhaven, her friends from Linkon University. Tara, good soul that she is, visited almost every day, bringing homecooked meals delivered from her mother. Xavier dropped by, offering nothing but an understanding look. Thomas did too, haphazard in his condolences with an extremely extravagant flower display. And there was Rafayel, who came so late at night and gave her the conch shell he said a seagull would give her.

Amidst all those visitors and well-wishers, no one had noticed: she hadn’t cried at all.

There was a heavy weight in her heart, and she wished so badly that she could, but there were no tears in her eyes. She sat there, pale as a sheet of paper with her mouth pursed, staring at the pictures of Grandma and Caleb. Aghast, befuddled, and mad. So, so mad.

Mad at the suspicious old guy, mad at herself for not even noticing. Mad at herself for surviving.

It’s late night of the visitation, the night before the funeral, when Zayne dropped in. He’s late, they both know it. He should have been there earlier. She wants to blame him, wants to be angry at him, but she can’t. Not when the Wanderer attacks have been happening more frequently and he had to work around the clock.

She gives him a perfunctory smile as she stands up to welcome him instead. “Hey.”

Zayne looks at her as he finishes signing on the logbook. He looks at her in that searching gaze that he always does. ‘Assessing,’ she thinks, because he’s a doctor first and foremost and that’s how he always is.

“Have you gotten enough sleep?” he asks, without so much as a greeting, as they sit side by side.

“I’ll sleep when I get to,” was her non answer.

Everything falls silent. Outside, it rains. She listens to the pitter patter as the house exploded again and again, in her mind’s eye.

Zayne taps her quietly on the arm. Hands her something.

It was a handful of photos. With trembling hands, she takes and looks through them.

“My parents had always loved taking photos, and there were some of you. I thought you’d like seeing them.”

Her childhood. With him, with Caleb, with Grandma. She stops at a photo with her and Caleb and Grandma. It was taken right outside the barbecue restaurant they frequented in their childhood. She remembers this day, because it was Caleb’s birthday, and she’s gifted him a bracelet and grandma gave him a red packet. None of them were related by blood, but it was a family.

“Thank you.” Her voice was strained, hoarse.

Zayne stands up.

She expects him to say goodbye, so she stands up too. She was trembling.

“I’d see you off, then…”

Just as she was about to step away, Zayne, who was behind her, covered her eyes with his hands.

“Zayne?”

“It’s alright to cry, you know.”

His warmth behind her back, the rough but steady hands over her eyes made her slump, releasing the tension on her shoulders.

“Zayne…”

“If no one sees it, it won’t count as crying.”

A sob rips free from her throat, before she can even stop it, and she begins crying, weeping. Loud as can be. The long denied tears came down like torrential flood. She starts yelling, asking, pleading. Why did it have to be them? Why ? Why? Why? It isn’t fair!

Zayne turns her around and buries her into his chest, pulling her into a tight hug, but never once looking at her face. He listens quietly to everything she says, offering no condolences or well wishes. Offering nothing but himself so that she can mourn.

[birchbritches]

Slogs' Logbook

slogs log out, appreciate so much the orderly machinations of a pagination to track,

render tender resignations untender and moot as we could predict them by the book,

have already sent severances and condolences and scents you can't bear anymore

[aliworldtrade]

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Drive-thru funerals are the latest side effect of Japan's 'demographic time bomb'

A Japanese funeral parlor has begun offering drive-thru funerals to accommodate people with disabilities.

The move reflects Japan's rapidly aging population.

This widespread aging, combined with Japan's low fertility rate, have created what economists call a "demographic time bomb."

Over the last decade, Japan has become what economists refer to as a "demographic time bomb" — a vicious cycle of low spending and low fertility that has resulted in a population decline of 1 million people and trillions in lost GDP.

Signs of the time bomb are everywhere, including prisons turning into de facto nursing homes and friends marrying one another out of desperation.

Now there's a new sign: Japan has opened its first-ever drive-thru funeral parlor, meant to cater to the growing elderly population that is no longer mobile enough to pay their respects in-person.

The idea was hatched by Kankon Sosai Aichi Group at the Aishoden funeral parlor, which is located in the city of Ueda. Company President Masao Ogiwara said the move should help add some convenience to people's daily lives.

"I've been in this business for a while and have seen how burdensome attending funerals can be for old folks in wheelchairs," Ogiwara told the Japan Times. "The new service will allow those who would otherwise stay home go out and bid farewell to friends and family."

When drivers pull up to the window, they can sign their name in a digital logbook, offer condolence money, and make a customary incense offering, the Japan Times reported. The entire visit takes no more than a minute or two, and those mourning inside can watch on video monitors as people pull up and drive away.

Japan isn't the first country to offer drive-thru funerals.

In 2014, a Michigan funeral home tested out the idea, also for mourners with disabilities. When drivers pulled up at the window, sensors underneath the pavement would sense the weight of the car and a set of curtains would open, revealing an open casket. Drivers had three minutes of observance as music played, Fox News reported.

In Japan, both the elderly population and the total life expectancy only continue to grow, which means the need for on-the-go funeral services is unlikely to fade anytime soon.

SEE ALSO: 'This is death to the family': Japan's fertility crisis is creating economic and social woes never seen before

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German U-boat Crew Pictured Surrendering To The Raf

Images show U-570 on the surface of the north Atlantic with defeated crew stood on deck waving a white flag. Sub was captured during first ever patrol in 1941 and later recommissioned by the Royal Navy as HMS Graph. Photos discovered in an archive of Montague Whittle, who commanded an RAF base in Iceland during WW2. Archive includes logbooks, photos, and a letter of condolence on his death sent to family by King George VI. U-boat stands for ‘Unterseeboot’ (submarine). Germany built 360 during the First World War, which destroyed more than 11million tons of Allied shipping. On May 7, 1915, U-20 torpedoed and sank the line Lusitania off the west of Ireland. Almost 1,200 died including 128 Americans. The sinking was an important factor in the USA’s decision to join the allied cause. UB-122 had a crew of 34 and could travel at 16mph on the surface or 9mph submerged and dive to 150ft in 30 seconds. It entered service in March 1918, made two patrols but failed to sink any targets. U-boats were used in both world wars by Germany in an attempt to cut Britain’s North Atlantic lifeline to America. They hunted in groups known as ‘wolf packs’. Patrols could take up to six months and crews were not able to change their clothes apart from a single change of underwear and socks. With limited space, crews often resorted to ‘hot-bunking’ – as soon as one person had crawled out, the next would crawl in . For original post click link

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How I ruined my chances of getting into UERMMMC-College of Medicine and lived to tell the tale without remorse

Earlier this day, I was scheduled for an interview at one of prestigious Medical Schools in the country (confetti blow!!!)

Okay, so here’s what happened.

I went there just after my San Beda College of Medicine entrance exam. It was SCALDING HOT, I was wearing dress-to-impress 2 inch grabiha (grabe ha!) heels. Not only that, my mind was tired and confused from SBCM.

(SBCM entrance exam entry soon to follow)

Since my mother and I (Yes, I went with my mother. I’m spoiledaf baby girl I know) got there early, we decided to sit near the cashier and wait for 1pm. When it was 1pm, I went down to room 105 and saw people my age writing in their interview sheets. I was peeking through the interview sheets of my competition future colleagues and these were what I saw:

UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES - MANILA

UNIVERSITY OF SANTO THOMAS 

After that, I stopped peeking. (MY DREAM SCHOOLS! WHAA)

I waited in line to get inside, then listed my name in their logbook, grabbed a questionnaire, a seat to sit on and looked at the questionnaire that will decide my worth whether I am worth of UERM or not.

It went like this: A friend of yours who is also a physician called you to cover for a 24 hour shift because a family member died unexpectedly. There is no other to cover for the shift than you. But you planned to go to your lola’s 90th birthday party. You were tasked by a lot of stuff for the party and your presence is expected by your lola. What are you gonna do? 

If you know me, you’d know how much I love my family. To answer this question, I pictured my lola as a 90 year old.

HA! I thought, “No way I’m gonna trade my lola’s birthday. My lola is 90 years old and looking fab” So, I answered the question as bluntly as I could.

“I will give my friend my sincerest condolences. But I will advise him to go to duty as scheduled because it is his obligation to do so”

5 minutes into the questionnaire, I decided that I am a horrible person for not being conditional. So, with all honestly, I went back to page 1 and tried to lengthen my answer, “Unless the physician in question cannot function because of his remorse, then I will apologize to my family and cover for his 24 hour duty for the safety of my patients”

Okay. Do not judge me. I am just a nineteen year old baby girl who loves my lola.

There were situations in the questionnaire like that, too. Which added to the already ruined chances of getting into UERM. (Unless, they appreciate my honestly that is)

For example: Your mom is sick. You live near a hospital and this hospital needs more doctors to take care of patients but there is a typhoon. The typhoon made the roads flooded and since you live near the hospital, you can go help and do things. 

I listed the choice that sounded like “My mom is sick. I’m gonna stay home and care for my mom. Mom comes first” most appropriate

My mom went with me to UERM because she knows I’d be lost if she didn’t accompany me.

There were some questions like this: Are you aware of the pressures of being a physician that some of them marry at a later age? GUESS WHAT I ANSWERED!!! Yes, I am aware and it does not bother me at all.

I don’t know what to answer. The talk of marriage is really too much for a nineteen year old. MARRIAGE? What? I could have answered. I am aware and I want to make my dream happen first before settling down but NO. It’s just that I cannot imagine marriage. I can’t picture walking down the aisle. I can’t picture my dad handing me off to another guy. I can’t picture leaving my baby sister and starting another family on my own.

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To add injury to the marriage question, a couple sat beside me while I was answering the questionnaire. They were making yucky eyes at each other, holding hands, and their voices were soft - but not whispering - that I could hear their yucky pick-up lines. It seemed as if the girl is the applicant.

Boy: So ano, tanggap ka na ba?

Girl: Ha? Wala pa nga eh.

Boy: okay lang yan, tanggap ka na ng magulang ko.

I tried my best not to shout at them to get a room. Instead, I stood up and seated elsewhere.

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I’m a huge family girl. And I don’t know how to lie about empathy and other things. If you are wondering about my dedication and determination in being a physician, I am wholly 100% sure that this is my calling.

I am aware of the perils and pressure of Med Life. But being a nineteen year old girl who was breastfed, spoonfed and given the best sippy cup made me too family-oriented(?). I am gladly and gradually weaning... Unfortunately, I might have lost my chances in getting to UERM because my dedication seems superficial the moment the questionnaire was being filled up. And the thing is, I answered with all honesty; and even if I don’t get in because of my ewan-ko-ba-sayo-bes answers, it’s fine. I can’t help but be myself.

I feel no remorse at all.

(pero 3k din yon ha)