Testimonials

“Facilitating the sky burial was an honor. When the Church requested access, I knew it was my duty to ensure they could proceed in accordance with their sacred traditions. I would do anything for a fellow member.”

— Luis McCray, Griffith Park Ranger

“My brother Kendrick was a believer. He understood the ceremonies. And when his time came—after a long battle with cancer—he trusted me to ensure he underwent Entropic Release.

It took a few calls. I explained the ritual to a Park Ranger over the phone. I used the right language: religious observance, licensed Cleric, sanitary handling, controlled site. Rather quickly, I had cleared all the hurdles for a pre-dawn ceremony near an old helipad trail near Griffith Observatory. We were told to clean the area and not disturb the wildlife.

We started just before sunrise. The Cleric arrived in formal robes, the axe wrapped in linen. Kendrick’s body had been washed and prepared the night before. We carried him up together—me, two friends, and the Cleric. We laid him on the stone ledge, facing east.

The holy words were spoken without pause. I stood beside her as she made the first cut. It was methodical. Measured. She moved like someone performing a known equation. There was no hesitation.

By the time she finished, three ravens had gathered in the branches above us. Cawing. Hungry.

We left before they descended. That’s part of it—you don’t witness the consumption. That moment doesn’t belong to you.

Kendrick wouldn’t have wanted mourning. He would’ve wanted it done right. And it was. I followed every step. No part of him was wasted. I know my brother is proud of me for taking care of him.

From atoms to atoms. Dust to dust.