Life can be a hassle sometimes, and it can be grueling. Some people wish they were dead, but once you die, that is it. There is nothing else. At least Blake felt this way before until he himself was reborn. But whether it was a whim of some god or just some kind of freak accident, as he stared at the rows upon rows of coffins in front of him, he hoped that those who died would be able to go back in time or be reborn.
The city was very silent. The fog of mourning those who died had settled in. The bodies had already been burnt one at a time, and their ashes were placed into the coffins to avoid any chance of them becoming undead.
The entire population of Destiny City was gathered around the monument as Blake carved the name of each person into it. So that those who died would always be remembered by having their name carved onto this monument. He also set up a plot of land for the graves so each casket would be buried with its own personal tombstone as well.
