So many faceless deaths have occurred that nonetheless affect the lives of the good people of Bon Temps. Buried in a single, mass grave, their lives were no less valuable, and they still deserve to be properly mourned:
There are the 12 Iraqis Terry killed in Fallujah. For all the brave men and women who serve, and for all the lives disrupted and ended because of war, rest in peace.
Great Uncle Francis Stackhouse, Adele’s brother in law, who returned from the Korean War a broken man. One suicide attempt was thwarted by his brother, Earl, but in the end, Francis killed himself with a shotgun. Rest in peace, Francis Stackhouse.
Earl Stackhouse was Adele’s husband. Like Sookie, he was a telepath who knew too many secrets. Although we don’t know the cause, he died when Sookie and Jason were young. Rest in peace, Earl Stackhouse.
Hoyt always believed his father died protecting the family from an armed robber, but while under Maryann’s spell, Maxine spilled the beans that he’d shot himself, and she lied to Hoyt (and to the insurance company). I can’t really blame the guy, living with that piece of work, but it wasn’t easy for Hoyt, growing up without a father. Rest in peace, Mr. Fortenberry.
So many of Russell’s weres have been killed – along the side of the road (whose tattoo tipped off Sookie about Operation Werewolf), Gus, who came to Sookie’s house with Debbie Pelt, the one Alcide ran over with his truck. There’ve been so many, it’s practically raining dead werewolves…
The guard at the museum when Russell and urn o’ gooey Talbot bits were admiring one of Talbot’s favorite paintings. He was probably just the night guard, some random Rent A Cop, watching television and drinking soda, when Russell stormed the joint. Rest in peace, guard.
Reuben, presumably Eric’s day-man, who Bill tricked into going after Pam. Silly, silly Reuben. Pam is all bark and… yeah… she bites too. Rest in peace.
To all the assorted critters that haven’t made it: the ‘possum Ms. Jeanette drowns during Lettie Mae’s “exorcism,” Terry’s smooshed ‘possum goo he turns into a necklace, the stuffed critters adoring the walls of Merlotte’s, rest in peace.
That was really nice lat. Well done.
What about Tolliver Humphries? And Bill’s son? And Luke the suicide bomber? And all the vamps and human companions that got blown up? ;) Will they get their own obits?
It was my turn to take the new puppy outside , and I needed a reward for facing life at 4am. Dropped by here – and got one. Thank you lat, wherever you are. Love these obits – a cross between an aide memoire and a think piece. Glad you left a stash behind before hitting the party circuit. (Who’s Tolliver Humphries?)
Tolliver Humphries was the guy in the battle field with Bill when he was a human, he ran out to save the boy that was yelling and died in the process… (although I could be wrong….) :)
That’s right Mel. He was also the Mayor’s grand daddy.
It’s going to be a long 9 months. ;)
Great one Lat! May I add the vampire Bill killed at Russell’s before he went for a short ride on Russell’s shoulder?
Good Times Cemetery. LOL
its good for me, anyway.
Nice work latbfan .