Where: The Great Chest, where the dead’s birth objects are displayed

Who: The Deceased AYRIS AND PUNTIAS IREMONGER

I look a little like Mother I was told, and so my presence caused distress. When I was born my mother died. My mother had been the favourite of the house, she was my grandparents’ youngest child and their first daughter, after twelve sons. I know very little about her. I know that she sang. Her voice, I have been told, was extraordinarily beautiful. Now, since my birth, there was no singing anymore. Grandmother had forbidden it.

My father was not very much talked of at all. He was a quiet, peaceful man, born with a weak heart. Wrapped in cotton almost all his existence, carefully fed sugar cubes in muffled rooms, and brought out every now and then to visit my mother. Two weeks after I was born, in grief at Mother’s death and in joy at my birth, my Father’s heart stopped. There, in the great chest, is my mother’s key to a pianoforte and my father’s chalk board rubber.

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