Gah!

Gah!

In the Kansai region, they throw away the bones without putting them all in.

I feel sad thinking that even if I die, no one would notice.

At our place, you can put in as much as you want.

After that, they said they would send it from the crematorium to the temple for memorial services.

These three will probably continue to see each other off in case of emergencies until the last one remains.

Was it “jimihen”?

I thought it was boring when I was a child, but reading it now, it’s an incredibly rich manga.

I haven’t been to a friend’s funeral yet, but I wonder if it will actually be like… that.

I wonder if I can go to a better place than this world where I have friends like this.

Anyone can do this too.

They said that after the main bone is inserted, the remaining bones will be disposed of carefully.

I wonder what I should do, bone.

That kind of

It’s rare to attend a friend’s funeral where you can pick up the bones.

It will be like, “Oh… when placing in the urn.”

The place where I live only has the main bones in a palm-sized urn, so there’s no need to crush them or anything like that.

I wonder if bones can be used as fertilizer.

If there’s a purpose for it, I hope you will use it for yourself.

When I think about how many friendships I have that are so close that they involve going back and forth to each other’s homes, even in relation to hobbies, I wonder how many there really are now.

Jealous.

I’m confident that if I die now, I won’t be found until a few months later when a report comes in about a foul smell coming from the neighboring house.

When I attended the funeral of a friend from elementary and junior high school, my feelings of loneliness were mixed with the fear of recognizing the death at the same age.

I can’t tell if it’s polite or careless.

Is there no big urn?

Bun-chan is so lucky.

A warm feeling that this world is not to be discarded.

The sadness of the day when I will leave this world full of such warm people.

I thought when you said “mocking the organization,” you meant they would burn the bodies themselves, but they seem to be pretty good friends, huh?

It’s not common to have someone do this much for a complete stranger.

If I put in so much that it won’t fit anymore, I’ll just dispose of the rest.

Isn’t it unnecessary to put it in with such greed?

It’s hard to make friends that you’ll keep until death…

If you’re a big person, you really pack in a lot, don’t you…?

Twenty years ago, the burning at crematories was not stable or high temperature either.

Compared to before, the remaining bones now seem to be a bit smaller, so they should fit without any problem.

The urn is also quite large.

It costs quite a bit of money to go through the process of cremation and shooting the ashes into a grave.

I thought about it and when I looked it up, it seems like it might be possible to do it for free…?

If you’re receiving public assistance, the city might offer to cremate for free.

If you can’t just leave the corpse behind, if you really have no money, the local government will take care of it for you.

In such a situation, it would lead to unidentified corpses.

When I see stories like this, I think about how my grandfather, who was hated by all his family, ended up in a grave in a place we didn’t know… he was quite something, huh?

I watched over it until it was properly cooked.

Because grandpa died from terminal cancer, there were hardly any bones left…

I think there are people who are usually below this level, even if they have a family.

My grandfather’s bones were so perfectly preserved that they didn’t fit into the urn at all, and everyone couldn’t help but laugh.

I think it was a good farewell with memories and stories flourishing at the funeral.

It’s a story that hits home as I get older.

If the anonymous person dies, just start a thread and I’ll at least do this for you.

In Kansai, the urns themselves are quite small.

Ours was about twice the size of a cup noodle.

While my parents and relatives are working hard on the arrangements for the funeral and the memorial services,

I feel like I don’t have the energy to run around when it’s my turn…

I don’t care at all about my own funeral, and I don’t need to have one.

It’s lonely that there is hardly anyone I want to send something like this to, other than family.

Well, after this, the topic of forcibly stuffing into an urn will probably become a staple at the drinking party with the four of us, and it’s a good memory…

I’m going to talk about my memories on my own, but my grandfather, who passed away at ninety two years ago, never had back pain throughout his life and always stood straight.

When I became ashes, my spine was extremely impressive, and the staff at the crematorium said they rarely see such a magnificent spine.

The entire family shifted from sadness to a celebration of grandpa’s backbone.

Just because we are related doesn’t guarantee that I’ll receive affection.

You gather it with a small broom into a dustpan and neatly place it into the urn, right?

It feels like I might suddenly age if I become the last one left.

Rather, when it comes to grandparents, it inevitably becomes casual.

You’ll carefully sweep that area with a dustpan and tidy it up, right?

There is a communal cemetery at the crematorium near my house where leftover bones are buried.

What manga is this?

When I die, I really want my ashes to be scattered in the sea, but I might get caught for abandonment of a corpse or something.

I didn’t cry much at my parent’s funeral, but I have actually broken down in tears at a friend’s funeral.

Friends are important.

It was a specialized area for anonymous users, wasn’t it?

Around here, we put in all the bones.

That’s really good… you’re doing it so mechanically, just pouring in the flour like that.

Is this a royal donkey?

I miss it, I only remember the title.

Isn’t it a little too plain?!

It seems that the bones that couldn’t fit and the remaining ashes are usually thrown away.

It means that when you die, you just become useless garbage.

I’ve seen someone who can’t tell the difference between Naniwa Koshiki and Nakazaki Tatsuya for the first time.

Wasn’t the layout for the King Donkey something different…?

There should have been more pages for “Jimi Hen” and “Mondai Salaryman.”

It’s warm… at the very end… it’s warm…

The person may have thought they died alone without anyone witnessing their death.

It’s a good friend to do this much for me, even though we’re not family.

Dealing with things after you die is such a pain in the ass.

If I can’t be found while living alone, I’ll be worm food.

There seems to be cases where people occasionally lost their motor functions and lived like that until they died.

I’ve become an old man who understands the charm of “Jimihen.”

However, even a warm-hearted human can destroy the Earth…

Except for the large part of the skull and the Adam’s apple, it’s quite boldly crushed, right?

The staff member says, “Please break it up and put in as much as you can,” but the bereaved family hesitates, so the staff member does it with a thud, thud.

Is it a case of dying in isolation?

Why not just crush it after baking before serving?

This manga really hits home as I get older…