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     Megastasis was the opinion, the third sought thus far.  Again between the mumbo-jumbo jargon of the trade, the pronouncement was devastating, if not entirely alike to its predecessor.

     The casket was taken back to the interum, and there it sat for three terrible days, amidst clutter and less, a mournful statement of the times. Finally, on the seventh of that plodding month, the box was moved to its final physical locale.  The trumpet played an odd tune, odd in that it appeared ludicrous to those gathered.  Suddenly, a huge bang, and split-second flash,and the casket spread itself into a million tiny particles, flying outwards like a swarm of tiny insects, getting tinier, until they no longer existed to the eyes. It was always a shock, no matter how many times one may have seen it, regardless of stupid courage or tough skin.