Olivia
Online
Ulyssesfve2™
@Ulyssesfve2
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
Raw story from a farmer.
Share your knowledge and answers.
Help end unnecessary suffering.
by Ulyssesfve2™
Joined June 2026
1.1K Following
864 Followers
97 Posts
Pinned Tweet
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
CHAPTER 3:
SOIL OF BONES by Ulyssesfve2™
Post 1/11
I stood in front of the barn, knife still clenched in my hand.
Baldur’s body steamed behind me.
The crew watched in silence.
The real weight was just hitting.
Post 2/11
I need a happy memory. Summer. Anything warm.
I tried to remember it but only one memory of the summer was tattooed on my brain.
Post 3/11
Hot sun hammered the dirt like a judgement.
Sweat stung my eyes as I dug the grave by hand.
No tractor, no help – just me, the blade, and the dry crack of clay
that had swallowed half my life’s stock already because of an invisible enemy. A virus killed them.
Post 4/11
Each swing unearthed fragments:
old fence wire,
yellowed bone shards from forgotten calves,
teeth from the loyal dog that never left my side.
Post 5/11
This wasn’t new dirt.
This was ten thousand years of my people’s compost –
ancestors’ marrow mixed with failed harvests,
broken tools,
broken promises
and broken dreams
that never reached the stars 🌟
Post 6/11
The smell rose thick: iron-rich death turned sweet by worms and time.
The same primal scent that was rising from Baldur at my feet right now.
Post 7/11
I paused, hands blistered, and drove the blade deeper into the dirt.
Here lay the real ledger –
not cash notes sticky with blood,
but layers of loyalty betrayed for survival.
My blood line’s unmarked plot somewhere underfoot.
Post 8/11
My own half-life buried in animals I named, fed at 3 a.m., then harvested
so the crew could eat and the farm could push forward.
Post 9/11
Every scoop whispered the same question:
Is this soil holy because it recycles pain into wheat?
or cursed because it demands we keep feeding it our best?
Post 10/11
I straightened and looked up at the unforgiving blue.
“You made this rock from bones,” I muttered to whatever listens.
“Fine. Then use mine too when the time comes.
Not yet. Not before I drag humanity off this dirt.”
Post 11/11
I filled the grave.
Patted the mound smooth.
Walked away heavier.
Not broken.
Fertilised.
Ready for Andromeda not because I need it but for revenge.
A barbaric voice dragged me back to reality.
“Let’s lift Baldur up and skin him before he gets cold!”
I looked down. The knife was still in my hand.
The real weight had only just begun.
O God, how much more fertiliser do you need for this rock?
End of Chapter 3
Share your thoughts on the 3 questions in the comments below.
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
US Help: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)
UK Samaritans: 116 123
@5sosseattle101 You saw the fun part in it 🤔
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
CHAPTER 3:
SOIL OF BONES by Ulyssesfve2™
Post 1/11
I stood in front of the barn, knife still clenched in my hand.
Baldur’s body steamed behind me.
The crew watched in silence.
The real weight was just hitting.
Post 2/11
I need a happy memory. Summer. Anything warm.
I tried to remember it but only one memory of the summer was tattooed on my brain.
Post 3/11
Hot sun hammered the dirt like a judgement.
Sweat stung my eyes as I dug the grave by hand.
No tractor, no help – just me, the blade, and the dry crack of clay
that had swallowed half my life’s stock already because of an invisible enemy. A virus killed them.
Post 4/11
Each swing unearthed fragments:
old fence wire,
yellowed bone shards from forgotten calves,
teeth from the loyal dog that never left my side.
Post 5/11
This wasn’t new dirt.
This was ten thousand years of my people’s compost –
ancestors’ marrow mixed with failed harvests,
broken tools,
broken promises
and broken dreams
that never reached the stars 🌟
Post 6/11
The smell rose thick: iron-rich death turned sweet by worms and time.
The same primal scent that was rising from Baldur at my feet right now.
Post 7/11
I paused, hands blistered, and drove the blade deeper into the dirt.
Here lay the real ledger –
not cash notes sticky with blood,
but layers of loyalty betrayed for survival.
My blood line’s unmarked plot somewhere underfoot.
Post 8/11
My own half-life buried in animals I named, fed at 3 a.m., then harvested
so the crew could eat and the farm could push forward.
Post 9/11
Every scoop whispered the same question:
Is this soil holy because it recycles pain into wheat?
or cursed because it demands we keep feeding it our best?
Post 10/11
I straightened and looked up at the unforgiving blue.
“You made this rock from bones,” I muttered to whatever listens.
“Fine. Then use mine too when the time comes.
Not yet. Not before I drag humanity off this dirt.”
Post 11/11
I filled the grave.
Patted the mound smooth.
Walked away heavier.
Not broken.
Fertilised.
Ready for Andromeda not because I need it but for revenge.
A barbaric voice dragged me back to reality.
“Let’s lift Baldur up and skin him before he gets cold!”
I looked down. The knife was still in my hand.
The real weight had only just begun.
O God, how much more fertiliser do you need for this rock?
End of Chapter 3
Share your thoughts on the 3 questions in the comments below.
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
US Help: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)
UK Samaritans: 116 123
@CmdShepardN77 Holy only lasts until the next name is called.
Baldur’s turn came. The dirt doesn’t do refunds.🤔
@duycao8655 Loading… please wait 😅
@icefrog_sol Brutal is the right word for that chapter. Thanks for reading it, means a lot 😊
@BRITAINKOBI33 Appreciate that . Which part of the story hit you?
*Post 1/12*
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
CHAPTER 2: BARN, BLOOD, STARS
by Ulyssesfve2™
I came out of the barn dirty with blood 4:50am. Knife still in my hand. The air was cold, and the only sound was my own breathing and the drip of something I didn’t want to look at.
I didn’t wipe it off. Didn’t care.
I looked up at the stars and pointed the knife right at them.
“Nothing’s gonna stop humanity from taking you,” I said. Stupid? Maybe
*Post 2/12*
I pointed that knife at the stars and made the promise like it was a contract.
“Nothing’s gonna stop humanity from getting up there.”
And I meant it.
Not because I’d read it somewhere.
I meant it because I was standing there, blood on my hands, pocket heavy with money I actually earned.
From nothing.
Building housing, climbing out of nowhere, sleeping in places you wouldn’t park a car.
*Post 3/12*
If a guy like me could make it that far, then what’s stopping the rest of us?
I felt it in my chest — the invisibility of the human spirit.
How it bends but doesn’t break.
My pocket was heavy. Coins and notes stuffed in the inside of my jacket, pressing against my ribs.
Cash in hand, no bank, no mortgage, no 25 years of interest eating you alive.
*Post 4/12*
Right in front of me was Baldur.
The finest bull this area ever produced.
He ran at me from the fields the way he always did, expecting feed, expecting me.
I had to slaughter him.
It’s not clean. The knife has to find the exact spot, and you have to commit. The blood came hot, fast, and it soaked into the dirt, into my boots.
*Post 5/12*
There’s a smell to it — iron and earth and something primal that sticks in your nose for days.
Money in the pocket, blood on the hands.And the worst part? It made sense.I was there when Baldur was born.
*3 AM*, freezing, cow on her side bawling, and me with my arm elbow-deep trying to turn him right so he wouldn’t die.
*Post 6/12*
For the next 2 years I fed him, checked him, knew his limp before the vet did. You name them even when you tell yourself not to.
You talk to them when it’s 2 AM and you can’t sleep.But you’re not supposed to love livestock. That’s rule one. Love gets in the way of the ledger.
*Post 7/12*
And then the clients start queuing up. Not people. Hyenas. Smiling, “When’s it ready? How much for the cut? Supermarket is cheaper.” I’m collecting the money, counting it, feeling the notes stick together with sweat.And every note feels like 30 pieces of silver.
*Post 8/12*
Because I’m the one who raised him. I’m the one he ran to.
And I’m the one turning that trust into cash. By the gate.
Seven guys who’d followed me through winters with no heating, summers where we slept in half-built houses. They didn’t say anything when they saw me.
Blood on my jacket, knife still in my hand, Baldur’s body behind me steaming in the cold.
*Post 9/12*
They knew. Generosity makes people uncomfortable when they’re the ones benefiting.
Give a man a bonus when he expects minimum wage, and for 10 seconds he’s grateful. After that, he starts wondering what you want from him. But they still would’ve followed me to hell. Because I’d bled with them.
*Post 10/12*
The crew was quiet because they were already doing the math.
About me. When you stand there with cash in your pocket and a dead animal at your feet, people stop seeing a man. They see a resource. A faucet. A threat.
*Post 11/12*
The guy who’d carry you out of a fire yesterday is now wondering if you’ll cut his pay tomorrow.
You understand that “human nature” isn’t about love and struggle. It’s survival dressed up in morality. People love you for what you give, hate you for what you keep, and betray you the second it costs them nothing.
*Post 12/12*
I stood there and I asked, "God, what have I become?"
This is why men go quiet.
End of Chapter 2
Help me, answer three questions in the next post:
US Help: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)
UK Samaritans: 116 123
@Benddee Just ‘D’? Spill the rest 😅
@yunusdahir234 Glad the chapter got a laugh out of you What part hit hardest — the knife at the stars or Baldur?”
@ea_g_l_e Appreciate that
Glad the words landed.Chapter 3 is already live.Go read it when you’re ready.
Then tell me what you saw in it.🤔
@dattungphinps Hire is cheaper 3
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
CHAPTER 3:
SOIL OF BONES by Ulyssesfve2™
Post 1/11
I stood in front of the barn, knife still clenched in my hand.
Baldur’s body steamed behind me.
The crew watched in silence.
The real weight was just hitting.
Post 2/11
I need a happy memory. Summer. Anything warm.
I tried to remember it but only one memory of the summer was tattooed on my brain.
Post 3/11
Hot sun hammered the dirt like a judgement.
Sweat stung my eyes as I dug the grave by hand.
No tractor, no help – just me, the blade, and the dry crack of clay
that had swallowed half my life’s stock already because of an invisible enemy. A virus killed them.
Post 4/11
Each swing unearthed fragments:
old fence wire,
yellowed bone shards from forgotten calves,
teeth from the loyal dog that never left my side.
Post 5/11
This wasn’t new dirt.
This was ten thousand years of my people’s compost –
ancestors’ marrow mixed with failed harvests,
broken tools,
broken promises
and broken dreams
that never reached the stars 🌟
Post 6/11
The smell rose thick: iron-rich death turned sweet by worms and time.
The same primal scent that was rising from Baldur at my feet right now.
Post 7/11
I paused, hands blistered, and drove the blade deeper into the dirt.
Here lay the real ledger –
not cash notes sticky with blood,
but layers of loyalty betrayed for survival.
My blood line’s unmarked plot somewhere underfoot.
Post 8/11
My own half-life buried in animals I named, fed at 3 a.m., then harvested
so the crew could eat and the farm could push forward.
Post 9/11
Every scoop whispered the same question:
Is this soil holy because it recycles pain into wheat?
or cursed because it demands we keep feeding it our best?
Post 10/11
I straightened and looked up at the unforgiving blue.
“You made this rock from bones,” I muttered to whatever listens.
“Fine. Then use mine too when the time comes.
Not yet. Not before I drag humanity off this dirt.”
Post 11/11
I filled the grave.
Patted the mound smooth.
Walked away heavier.
Not broken.
Fertilised.
Ready for Andromeda not because I need it but for revenge.
A barbaric voice dragged me back to reality.
“Let’s lift Baldur up and skin him before he gets cold!”
I looked down. The knife was still in my hand.
The real weight had only just begun.
O God, how much more fertiliser do you need for this rock?
End of Chapter 3
Share your thoughts on the 3 questions in the comments below.
I CANCELLED MY FUNERAL™
US Help: 1-800-662-HELP (4357)
UK Samaritans: 116 123
@sihle_matsebula Appreciate you sharing your take, man
It’s a really tough question and honestly there’s no single answer that’ll sit right with everyone.
Respect for having the courage to put your view out there.
@INIHAKORE__ Still preparing every day. Glad it hit you.
Appreciate that energy, real talk. Same barn, same blood, same stars… yet every pair of eyes sees a different story. Some clock the knife, some feel the weight in the pocket, some just hear the silence after. That’s the raw beauty of it. Glad the conversation is living. Chapter 3 (��Soil of Bones”) is already up and running.
What did you see when you read it?
@zop_zop_zop Haha I’ll take it. Did the bull part hit hardest or the “human nature” bit?
@ELTetshGOODNigh Hello there. Appreciate you stopping by. Hope the chapter finds you well.😊
@IqlilK59353 Better main character energy than background character energy 😅
@Benddee Appreciate that.
I’m glad it landed
@ParthaWeb3 Which would be worse: to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?”
That’s the exact weight.
Appreciate you putting it into words🤔
Yerbatera…If you know so much, why don’t you answer my nine questions across the three chapters?If my act is inhumane, where is your bread coming from?Is it not rising from the same ground fertilised with our ancestors’ bones?Do you eat while calling the knife inhuman?Or do you just name the blood and walk away from the questions?
@MnaaAa01 When the ledger takes loyalty hostage… the blood on the knife is just the receipt.
@BaronPherry Real. The change happens first… the silence comes after.
Most Popular Users
Elon Musk
@elonmusk
241.1M followers
Barack Obama
@barackobama
119.1M followers
Cristiano Ronaldo
@cristiano
112.6M followers
Donald J. Trump
@realdonaldtrump
111.8M followers
Narendra Modi
@narendramodi
107.1M followers
Rihanna
@rihanna
98.2M followers
NASA
@nasa
92.2M followers
Justin Bieber
@justinbieber
91.4M followers
KATY PERRY
@katyperry
88.8M followers
Taylor Swift
@taylorswift13
82.7M followers
Lady Gaga
@ladygaga
74.2M followers
Virat Kohli
@imvkohli
71.7M followers
Kim Kardashian
@kimkardashian
70.3M followers
YouTube
@youtube
68.7M followers
Neymar Jr
@neymarjr
64.6M followers
Bill Gates
@billgates
64.5M followers
The Ellen Show
@theellenshow
62.4M followers
Selena Gomez
@selenagomez
61.9M followers
CNN
@cnn
61.8M followers
X
@x
60.8M followers