All right, here's how things will be working here. Each deceased tribute has been written a paragraph or two in memoriam, but there are several longer scenes at the beginning, still featuring Inez, that needed to be told. The longer scenes were determined based on the tributes that had other stories to tell and they are all characters that related more to Inez.

Thank you for reading, everyone!

IN DISTRICT TEN: CAITLYN SHIREL (AEDAN'S FRIEND)

The number of people attending Aedan's funeral surprises me. I always knew he interacted with a lot of people, but I also knew that most of those people were just using him as entertainment. My friend always had a heart of gold- to the very end. I'm just surprised other people bothered to notice it so late.

It is nice, though, not having two burials this year. Inez Carmen actually came home to us! That was a huge relief, but still- my best friend was eaten alive by a monster in that arena, and it seems like something is eating at Inez by the way she's always looking down at the ground and chewing on her lower lip.

I turn my gaze to the front, focusing on the small box sitting on a table before us all. They cremated Aedan's remains in the Capitol, which most of us are glad for. After that mutt… a coffin might have been too large for his body.

I shake away the morbid thoughts from my mind and take a deep breath. They're letting Aedan's family scatter the ashes over a fallow field, and only little Sharla stepped up to do the deed.

The Capitol official presents the box of ashes to the little girl and she solemnly opens it, nervously looking down at the soft gray pile within. I bow my head in a moment of remembrance for Aedan, and the people around me take the hint and do the same. Sharla steps into the field and begins to scatter her brother's remains left and right. The further she goes, the more people look back up and even begin talking amongst themselves. I keep watching the small girl until at last she turns around and returns to us.

I wouldn't ever be that brave.

A hand taps on my shoulder and I whirl around, prepared to face one of the people who always manipulated Aedan at school. But it's not one of them- it's our very own victor, Inez Carmen, looking pale in the afternoon sun. "Hi," she greets me with a wan smile.

"Um, hi?"

"You're Aedan's friend, right?" I nod. "He mentioned you a few times while we were in the Capitol."

I allow myself a smile at that. "He did? Really?"

"He told me how you were the one person who'd stick up for him and tell him the truth."

"I'm lucky that he remembered me," I can feel my smile growing wider. He was thinking of me, his friend, even then!

"He wouldn't want you to go on in life without something from him. He was always so sweet about people." Inez takes a deep breath. "Look, you meant a lot to him- he talked about you more than he did his family. So if you ever need anything- come find me, ok?"

I can't believe such a decent person won the Games.

IN DISTRICT NINE: MAY BLAKE (KNOX'S GRANDMOTHER)

"Julie!" I call across the small house, banging my worn wooden cane on the floor, "Julie, it's time to head out! We got those fancy letters from the Capitol telling us we need to attend the Victory Tour and come up to the Justice Building beforehand!"

"I'm ready, Mother, just wait a minute!" my grown daughter hollers back, a weak laugh in the undertones of her voice, "I just need to find my coat!"

"Use a shawl of mine, dear!" I hobble over to the coat rack and pull a warmly knitted length of cloth off. It's cold outside, but not so cold we really need to bundle up.

Julie hurries to the front door and quickly wraps the proffered shawl around her shoulders. "All right, Mother, time to go?" She adjusts her glasses before opening the door for me. I grin at her and pat her cheek before sweeping out of the house.

People are staring at us like they always do, but now they're not looking at me like I'm some crazy old woman (Of course, I always liked those looks. Made me feel interesting.), they're giving us glances of pity. I don't bother meeting their gazes today- there's something else for us, I can feel it.

There's a crowd of photographers already at the Justice Building, but they're here for pictures of the newest Victor- Miss Carmen. She's somewhere inside the Building, but the paparazzi want a glimpse. Poor girl. That's one thing about surviving that's not worth it.

I remember in the old days, before the climate changed and everything went sour, celebrities would always be followed by crowds of cameras. Now celebrities are just poor sad kids who've killed other kids. I shake my head at their nonsense.

We step up to the front of the building and they let us in when I show them the letter we received a few days ago. There are two other people inside, a young girl and a woman who appears to be her mother. Ah, I recognize them. The Rhain girl's friend- Robin- and her mother.

We all so desperately wished Rhain would come home. She deserved to come home.

I nod to Robin and she waves back at me in return, but her accompanying smile doesn't reach her eyes. Her mother clutches a letter like ours in a clammy palm. What are we here for?

A door squeaks open at the back of the entryway, and a girl emerges with a bundle of fabric in her arms and a scared look on her face. Oh, it's Inez, the victor. The one who killed my grandson. (and then cried about it, I try to remind myself)

She looks across at the four of us sitting there and gulps. "I… uh…"

"So awkward, child," I laugh at her, trying to be kind, "Out with it!"

She bites her lip. "I killed your loved ones. Rhain and Knox both. And believe me, I dream about them every single night!" she cries, "But they didn't deserve it, neither of them. I'm a terrible person, for even stepping forward in combat against them."

Robin's almost crying, and so is Inez. "Thank you for your honesty, dear," Robin's mother whispers.

Inez bites her lip. "All the Victors have a talent, though, something that they learn and keep up as a sort of hobby- and I've chosen weaving. I got a massive amount of yarn, and pictures of all the tributes. It's taken me months to get this far, but these are the first two blankets I've made."

She dumps the fabric into a chair and unfolds the top layer, revealing the image of Rhain, smiling, woven into the cloth. Then she hands that to Robin. "This is for Hope," she whispers, and Robin leaps out of her chair and hugs Inez.

The next blanket holds a picture of Knox, my dear grandson, smiling his little melancholy smile, and I even recognize the picture that it's based on.

I creak to my feet and sweep Inez and the blanket up in a huge hug. "You've made an old woman happy again," I half-laugh, half-sob into her ear. She breaks down and hugs me back, tears dripping onto my shoulder.

IN DISTRICT TWO: GRANT AREN (ANDRAS'S BOYFRIEND)

For the first time in months, I'm the only patron in the bar. Everyone else is out in the square, listening to the Carmen girl from Ten recite some prewritten speech about the glory of the Capitol and the sacrifice of Andras… and Melody, but nobody cared about her. A Victory Tour, they call it, more like a Make It Hurt Again parade.

There's no way I'm leaving my chair to go see that brat. No way. She killed Andras- he was so close, his victory was so certain, I was almost happy again!- and then she shoved him into that pile of coals and he was lost to me forever.

It's been hours now, and no one has come trudging through the streets again. Normally District Two is eager to get back to what lives they may have after another district's victor comes to visit. Maybe something is actually happening in this awful place. Do I care? No.

The door swings open and I jerk my gaze up sharply. It's a girl, her face swathed in a gray scarf but her dark curls spilling down over her shoulders. I don't recognize her until she pulls the fabric away from her mouth, and then my moment of curiosity wanes into anger. How dare she come here? How dare she seek me out?

We stare at each other for a few seconds, but I'm rendered speechless by the lump of shock and hate that blocks my throat, not to mention the fact that my speech is probably slurred beyond comprehension. Finally she opens her mouth first. "Grant?" I only hold up a half-empty bottle in acknowledgement. "Andras… he told me to… tell you goodbye for him."

I gather up all my control to speak. "That's nice to know." I answer through clenched teeth.

"I was looking for you out there, but I didn't see anyone who looked like you, so I had to come searching. I had to get away from the escort to make it here."

"Go ahead and rub salt in my wound, then."

She gapes in shock. Guess she didn't imagine a reaction like this. "I didn't mean… I didn't want to hurt you like that!"

"That's rich coming from the girl who killed my boyfriend. Either buy me a drink or get out."

She narrows her eyes, and I narrow mine in response. "I don't think you need another drink."

"I don't give a damn what you think."

"I was trying to help you with something. Trying to pass along his final words. For you."

I let a bitter laugh escape my lips. "I don't know what's worse, being hated by everyone again or having someone feel sorry for my worthless ass!"

"You know, the Capitol didn't want me here. I've been told that they wanted Andras to win instead of me. Does that make you feel any better?"

I can't help but laugh again. "You know why they wanted him to win? So they could all sleep with him." Inez flinches as I slam my bottle back on the table.

"Well… at least I tried to say something. Goodbye, Grant. I hope things turn out better." She fishes in her pocket for a second before walking over to my table and setting a bit of money next to my arm. So sweet of her, helping me forget. I raise a glass to her retreating figure.

Andras told me goodbye. Somehow, that makes his death more final than it was before. It makes me even more pointless than I have been. So I drink. I never stop drinking. I never even return home from the pub anymore. I just drink, and drink, and drink, until I don't know how fast time is passing or even where I am anymore. At last I drain one more bottle and my head nods down to the wooden table. And I know, and I'm glad to know, that I won't wake up again.

Glamour Blanchard was shattered by her daughter's death- she was utterly unprepared for Desire to fall after surviving for so long. She grieved for months, refusing to do any work. Her inspiration for many years had been her daughter, and now Desire was gone. In her absence, Glamour could hardly even eat.

Eventually, when she had regained the pride to enter society again, she heard so many girls talk about volunteering, and she was only reminded of what had happened to her own girl. So, needing some new ideas for her fashion, she set to work hiring some of the potential volunteers. She saved lives by showing girls that there was more to District One life than the Games.

Rhode and Althea Jett did not truly mourn their son. Ainsley had been lost to them since the moment he accepted his place as tribute. Althea was sad, but life went on.

For a little while, anyway. The marriage of the Jetts was never a happy one, and without a child there was no reason for them to remain together. Althea and Rhode divorced each other and they went their separate ways- Althea found another man, remarried, and lived off his wealth until she died, and Rhode remained single, instead focusing his energy on campaigns for political spaces in the district. He ended up as a personal assistant to the Mayor.

Ebony Lark continued in his work as a Peacekeeper and a serial killer, until someone collected enough of the evidence to figure out the identity of the man who was killing off prominent young people in the district. Ebony was arrested and interrogated, and in the interrogation process the brainwashing of his childhood was revealed. Thus both Melody's father and brother spent the rest of their days in jail.

Andras had perhaps the most long-lasting effect on the districts of all the tributes. He went into the Games for respect and recognition, and he was honored for that. Others took the opportunity to stand up for themselves. In fact the Victor of the Fifteenth Games, Jehan Brocade from One, announced that he had been in a relationship for quite some time, and the next time he went to the Capitol he arrived with Mr. Atticus Laurent at his side.

Cathodra Steinmetz was mourned by almost all of District Three. She had shown promise in her work as a student engineer, and several half-finished inventions were discovered in her notebooks and lab stations. Her friends were never quite the same without her, their plans were left undone and they all were a little more melancholy. Even Alume Tshi and Newt Hillen, Three's victors, missed her. Her funeral was attended by almost all of the district's citizens.

Phi's funeral, on the other hand, was attended by his family, all of whom left as soon as his coffin was lowered into the ground. Well, all but one. Beth remained by the grave until her brother was buried and the headstone set up. She was the only one who cried for Phi Pandit.

Clementine did not attend the burial, of course. But it was a different reason than the simple fact that it wouldn't make sense in the eyes of the citizens why a Peacekeeper would go to that funeral. Clementine had, almost a full week before the burial, been charged of being an accomplice to murder and also accused of manipulating Phi into doing her dirty work- of course that wasn't the official charge. She faced a life in prison, but could not deal with the harshness of it all and succumbed in under a year.

Sawyer's father tried his best to keep face and run his business like always. Sawyer had never been a truly important part of the job, so the finances were surviving. However, Brayan Aurora couldn't hold his own spirits up for the façade anymore. He stopped showing up for meetings, stopped caring about clients or his appearance. He refused to leave his house, and the business crumbled quickly. He could no longer support himself. There was no food, no money- and Brayan did not have the will to live without his little girl. Some angry prospective clients found him dead in his house half a year after the Games.

With Calder McCullin dead, a light was extinguished in Four. No one really suffered- he had never been mature enough to get close to people. But there was less laughter for some time, less carefree attitude, a hole that few people could pinpoint as Cal's loss.

Marlee Stark's brother, Maxon, had disappeared during the Dark Days. It was rumored that he was somewhere in the Capitol- and the rumors were right. He had been made into an Avox, one of the very first, and he was reluctantly serving the family of a minor Gamemaker. However, like the rest of the people in the Capitol, the Avoxes watched the Games. Maxon saw Marlee- a Stark like him- and knew she must be his sister. He wasn't going to stand for that, and when Marlee died he fought his way out of that house and disappeared beneath the city. Over the few weeks after the Games, several arson cases were reported. Maxon was eventually caught in the act and executed. He died smiling.

Without Elmo around, life in Five was a lot simpler. Or, simpler for the bullies. As strange as Mr. Acoba was, he would stand up to them. And his death-obsessed friends- Vida, Soliloquy, and Watts- relied on him for that. With him gone, they were teased not only for their morbidity but also for having been close to Elmo. Even Sparkie, his sister, spat insults at the three girls. They retreated in on themselves- Watts was the first to snap, lashing out at a boy her age when he came too close. Lashing out with a broken bottle in her hand. She sent him to the hospital and he never woke up. She was locked away and never seen again. Soliloquy rarely left her house. Vida, reading her tarot cards, was teased more than the others but survived the longest. She disappeared one day and the most common explanations given were either murder or she'd run away to somewhere that would see her as a curiosity and not a freak.

Noalee Tyler was sorely missed, her district not recovering from her death for years. Her father stepped down from his position as Mayor, too grieved to continue his political career. Her mother stepped up in his place, taking odd jobs and working through the pain to support the couple.

Noa's closest friends, Hayden and Ace, couldn't drop everything and mourn their friend. Ace had a gang to run now, as the former leader was carted off by the Peacekeepers. Hayden eventually joined as a way to keep himself from being entirely homeless. It was a profitable venture as he already had the trust of the current leader. He was well off for a short while, until a fight cost him his life. Ace, losing two of the kids he actually cared about, shut himself off, but rose in power until he was basically a street lord.

Kalen's father, Devon Ram, paid for an ornate coffin and complicated funeral. He did it to honor his only child, but Kalen would have hated the procession. He would have detested the pointless ingravings on the coffin and the black flowers and the somber pallbearers. Even the gravediggers were paid to be showy about it. The headstone was practically a monument. Kalen's only peace came as his body was laid in the ground. The only visitor to the grave was James, and as the years went on he came only on rare occasions.

Alyx's parents were shocked at the reveal of Alyx's double life during the Games, and it pained them to see their daughter in such fear not only for her life, but for her reputation. They were disappointed in her lack of trust in them, but they were angrier at themselves for not being accepting enough of her for her to have faith in them.

In fact, it was the street kids who were angry at Alyx for hiding the truth from them. They felt betrayed.

But Alyx's parents started a food drive in the wealthier neighborhoods, collecting full meals once a week and any extra food to take to the slums of Seven. They took on their daughter's role in keeping kids from starving, and while they did not make friends like their daughter, they were happy.

Barke's sister Audrey never had to resort to prostitution. His friend Justice took her on as a full-time employee at the florist's shop and she was able to bring home enough money for small meals. Barke's mother gave birth to a boy just a few weeks after the Games and returned to work; his father fell ill after months of fatigue and never returned to full health.

Visca's parents fell into a dizzying spiral of grief for several months, the whole district thought they were going mad. But it didn't last- they were reminded over time of how miserable their daughter had been, paranoid and painfully shy. They went to counseling for themselves and worked through the pain. Years later, they could not even remember Visca's face.

Spring and Spruce Tyne were shattered by their one living child's death. Shiloh was their whole world, without him there was really nothing for them. Spring spent ages sorting through Shiloh's belongings, crying over every little thing.

The couple could not deal with an empty house, but they couldn't cope with pregnancy again after the many miscarriages it had been before Shiloh. They adopted a pair of twins off the streets, a twelve-year-old boy and girl called Briley and Martin. Their home was always open to foster children as well.

Knox's mother and grandma mourned him long after he died, and two years after the Games his grandma fell sick. She died, although it was a quiet, easy death, and as she breathed her last breath, she tried to sit up in bed, like she had seen something. Her last words were "Knox, honey, I'm here!"

Rhain's parents were torn when their daughter died. They had disowned her, but they still harbored parental love for her. Her father wanted to adopt Hope, but her mother didn't want to confuse their lives any more. Eventually her father won out and they went to go get the girl- at this point almost two and walking- but Robin and her mother had already adopted Hope.

Aedan's family was strangely unaffected by his gruesome demise. They were horrified, but they had been so far removed from him for so long that they did not grieve. His youngest sister, however, felt the pain enough for all of them. Sharla took up his job in the stables, caring for the horses. She did take the newest foal, the one Aedan had raised, as her own horse, and named the next foal Aedan in honor of her brother.

Lydia's mother started sobbing the moment Sawyer attacked her daughter and never really stopped. From the moment Lydia died, she placed a futile hope in Knox, that he might come talk to her and tell her how Lydia acted in the Games- any piece of memory to comfort her. But Knox died as well, and then she held a bitter hatred of Inez for destroying her hope. She held herself together in public, but in private she was a wild mess, bursting into tears at every snippet of birdsong.

Damien was respected in the district for his survival, but at the same time the citizens of Eleven distanced themselves from his actions because he was a killer. He was a Career by the time he died, and they didn't like that. Soon after the Games, his precious bookstore was burned to the ground by Peacekeepers. Damien's older brother had led them to its location.

Daly, Kyra's best friend, had relied on Kyra for years, for emotional support and companionship. Without her, Daly was lost. She spent hours each day by the fence, descending into a gloomy place within her own mind. One day, the fence was on, and Daly pressed up against it unaware. They found her body too late.

Eris's little sister Ode never outgrew her creative imagination. She grew up, a little more melancholy than before, and when she had children of her own she told them story after story. And their favorite stories were the ones she told of the bravest knight ever, Sir Eris.

And thus were all twenty-three deceased tributes of the Eighteenth Games remembered.

Is there gonna be another chapter? Maybe? I don't know! But for now this story will not be labeled 'complete'. We'll see, we'll see!

Some questions!

Which of these obituarial posts stood out the most to you?

Overall, what character in SITG was your favorite and why?

What was your favorite scene/moment?

Which death shocked you the most?

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