Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
"Oh woe is me everyone I love is dead. Oh wait, there's magic here. I'm so glad I'm not a retard and am fully capable of creating liches out of all my friends were they willing to not, y'know, die. Homuculus bodies seems like a great idea for them to inhabit as well. Or having my VERY REAL GOD simply ressurrect them with some probing from me."
Problem solved.
"Or, you know, just visiting them in the afterlife whenever. I mean, my god seems cool with that ..."
For that matter, our loved ones die IRL too. Doesn't mean we descend into a heaping mess. Or can't make new relationships.
FFS, when you become old, and come close to dying? Your immediate family from when you were young will have mostly died off. Funny how everyone's not suicidal then.