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Victorian tear catchers. They’re usually used by a widowed bride. Upon the day of the funeral, the widow would collect her tears into this small vial, and all the tears she cried in the first year over the loss of her husband, she would capture in this vial she would wear upon her neck. And on the anniversary of his death, she pours the preserved tears atop his gravesite. It’s beautiful, tragic, and prolongs the suffering for ritualistic purposes. However, it’s quite poetic. If I were ever to loose someone close to me, I would do this. 

I would be pretty mad if society expected me to weep into a tube. Crying sucks enough without risking stabbing myself in the face with a glass tube.

Not sure what this says about me that I thought that was a pretty crackpipe, at first glance.

One of the many Jewish traditions I admire is sitting sheva. After your loved one is buried, you cover your mirrors in your home (because who gives a fuck what you look like if you’re mourning?) and stay home. You cry your eyes out, and people come by to visit, bring food, and cry with you while sharing memories of the dead. You do this for seven days. The idea is, you get it out of your system, and then you MOVE ON. Of course you’ll always miss the person you lost, but life is for living, and Jews understand it’s no life to mentally follow your loved ones into the grave.

(Source: theodditiesblog)