The invention of Amazon, and Netflix, was an amazing feature in Nathsan's life since his 'blessings' a year and a half prior.For one, it meant ready access to movies at a moment's notice, especially during October. Spring was also pleasant with the release of the horrors of October, November, and December. Still, it wasn't his ownly means of celebrating the holiday. He hoarded no candy for wandering children, nor did he plan to go out side the day of Halloween, claiming his blessing a costume, using thread and relaxing his spare arms to prove it. It was a rare chance to walk in his true skin, and the half youma surprisingly relished the freedom without mission. He needed supplies, popcorn and food, particularly food, and candles, an more.

His day passed swiftly enough however. His employees were busy, never seeing him slip out as he crept out, and Coffinite walked, a bag on his 'working' arm as he walked along in 'costume', pausing rarely to allow small children in costume, eager for trick or treating to stop, and watch, some cooing at his costume, some admiring, some frightened. His movements, however, remained fluid, Nathan moving, Coffinite or no, along on his errands. The first stop, the grocery store, was an easy trip, yeiulding rice, potatoes, beans and bread, fruits, vegetables, meats and stocks. The next stop was a different store from his own to collect candles and incense, sages and other herbs to burn as well as a new tarot deck, and when he returned, work began upstairs.

Nathan worked hard and slow, focusing on the task before him as he unpacked a cheap wooden bowl and placed it on a small stone table, plain, but yet decorated minutely with celtic knot carvings. A table nearby was set normally before the space by the stone table was shielded by more stone carefully, from a small stone dais he had moved carefully, to candles and a few photos he hung carefully. A finger trailed each photo in silence, before Nathan moved to check his computer, green eyes focusing on the screen.

The lavenger, sage, baby's breath, and lilies had arrived on time, placed on the solitary grave in a lonely spot in the graveyard in the pacific Northwest, as he had arranged for the past five years, as had been arranged three before that. His siblings had scattered slowly, moving from home at 18, the youngest remaining to mind their ailing father with the second youngest, but by now, Nathan didn't know if the man lived. He checked obituaries in Seattle, Spokane, and Tacoma religiously to no avail, but knew two siblings worked for to sllow the youngest to complete school and help teir father. He had disappeared, the negatives of his blessing, but he always sent money anonymously, but now was not time to think too long.

Nathan placed the wooden bowl in a larger stone one, taking a breath as he plAced incense in the four corners of his living space, lighting it, before lighting candles.

He prepared supper as the sun began setting, hearing employees close early as ordered for the day, and finally, he breathed, bringing a generous portion of supoper to the table - dirty rice, and beans, and kielbasa, which he spooned into the wooden bowl before into his own, setting a place before the photograph of a dark haired woman with dark eyes.yy Before partaking of his meal, Nathan took the lighter to one last item, a calm resolution to his gaze as the ooden bowl within the stone, on the stone table, ignited brightly. Nathan placed the lighter aside and breathed slowly, before bowing silently, closing his eyes.

"Merry meet, Mother" The half-youma murmured. "For the night the veil is thinnest, please sit with me again to enjoy dinner. And please mind Father and the others."

He sat, and slowly began to dine, watching the flames lick away at the meal for the dead across him, and closed his eyes to recall the memory pf his mother's death; of surviving even when she did not, and he sighed, soaking in the survivor's guilt no counsel could truly control, before tears streamed down his face in silence on the night he believed he was able to commune with the dead.