"Marion, I just wanted to thank you. Thank you so much."
Beside a heavily decorated casket, a woman knelt on the floor, on the verge of tears. Around her were hundreds of people of all shapes and sizes, only a few similarities between them.
The first was their emotions. This was a time for mourning.
The second was their necklace. They were of various quality, but they were made using the same template; a blue thread and a golden trinket.
The third was their devotion. The person they each prayed to was the same. Their own personal angel who came down from seemingly nowhere, understanding their problems and having the solution, as if they were bestowed a form of divine vision.
"You've given us hope, dreams and you've forged the path ahead. We will never forget you."
Quietly, the woman stood up, holding her trinket nostalgically.
"And we'll make sure nobody else does either."