(POV: Dr. Wilson Harold, absolutely insane)
About a hundred years ago, your great great grandfather buried his wife in a box full of honey.
Now it's your turn to dig it up.
It comes out of the ground just as grand as the day it was buried. When it was opened, there were only bones and clothes. All the body juice was mixed into the honey and primed for distribution.
People were outraged, believing that it was some kind of vore fantasy that you had, eating someone in the form of honey. However, the people who bought it claimed to have gotten healthier and even stronger by eating it, making it a better superfood than spinach.
You made a statement that it was not sexual in any way to eat someone's mellified remains, and the world is better for it. Good for you, Harold. Good for you.
You decide to sell the solution of honey and death as a medicine, small jars for just a hundred bucks or so. Oh, and what a sweet memorial to his great great grandma!
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FanfictionSpirit Phone, retold. "have a favorite album? write a book!" - nobody ever But seriously, I finished writing this in two hours and should take about 2 minutes to read if you're me (I read fast so idk how long it's gonna take you) Go listen to Ivanus...
