Copying and pasting this from my Wings of Death and Unum Annum book for those who don't know what Unus Annus is

As you know, or if you don't, Unus Annus was a YouTube channel that was created Nov. 14th, 2019. It was co-founded by Markiplier and Ethan from CrankGameplays.

The main objective of the channel, was to show you how precious time and life is. It was only given a year to live, and Nov. 13th, 2020, the final video, the livestream titled Goodbye, lasted until the timer hit zero. When the timer hit zero; Mark, his girlfriend Amy, and Ethan, all clicked delete, and Unus Annus was no more.

It had outrageous videos, from the infamous pee sauna, to the video of them drawing each other naked. It had emotional videos, like of Mark and Ethan opening up to one another about what happened in the year of 2020. It was what made multiple people smile, laugh, and wonder about the two's sanity; but no matter what, you had the small piece of hope that the timer would just stop one day. It never did.

It kept going, until it all came to an end. Unus Annus taught all who loved and watched it: to cherish every second and moment of something, cause one day, it won't be there for you anymore.

Now that that is out of the way, get ready for some deep stuff.

Okay first off, my thoughts on the death of Unus Annus:

I have mixed feeling on this

The reason why is something I never really thought of until today while I was writing a chapter for Unum Annum.

I'm glad Mark and Ethan kept their word on deleting the channel, yet at the same time, heartbroken. Unus Annus was a channel that got a lot of us through quarantine, it helped kept us from losing our minds, and took the pressure of the world off our minds for however long that day's video was.

So, I have mixed feelings, simple at that. I introduced my friends to it near the end, which was something I deeply regret, but I did (hopefully) get them into watching Mark and Ethan.

Now onto the rant:
   
    
I have always been aware of death, I was surrounded by it when I was really young. My grandpa, some cousins, uncles, family friends, and more died seemingly back to back from what I can remember.

I actually never feared death when I was younger because of it, I thought it was an interesting thing, and is a reason why I find dark themes so alluring to me. Heck, most of the stuff I write has dark, more mature themes.

Yet, as comfortable as I am with it, I always hated graveyards. Graveyards = dead bodies. Ironic for someone who is chill with death is unease around dead things.

But this is something I've always had. I'll attend funerals, but I'm not going to the body and will 90% of the time sit outside and doodle cause I don't know any body there. It sounds rude, but if you make an appearance, that's all that matters.


I rather not see the bodies of who died, and rather remember on who they were and the memories we made together.

Hell, my uncle, who I saw as a father figure to me, died when I was around 12. We went to the hospital when we got the call (me, my family, and my best friend went to go to the movies), and when we got there, he had already passed away.

He had fallen off his bed and hit the corner of his head on his nightstand and didn't tell any one for weeks. He had internal bleeding around his brain, and finally passed away two days after they took him off his ventilator.

I remember just standing there in the hallway, my best friend (who had seen him the same way as I did) crying on my shoulder, my aunt being surrounded by family and friends, while I just stood there.

I didn't cry, I didn't cry and I can't tell you why I didn't. Previously my best friend brought it up around and month back or so, and we just decided it was probably because of shock.

I didn't attend his funeral, and rather, the neighbors came by and watched me while everyone went to services for him. I couldn't go because I didn't want to see how horrible he looked (the blood and pressure made his head swell and when he passed it finally went down).

No one judged me for it, and recently I had asked my aunt if it would be okay with her if I didn't attend hers. She understood, and said she won't be mad at me. I don't do it cause of spite or anything, I don't do it to seem rude, and I don't do it to show disrespect.
  
   
I do it cause I love them and don't want the last time I see them to be them stiff, drained of color, and cold.
  
 
The reason why I didn't watch Unus and Annus die is simple: I loved them, I didn't want to see them die, and rather cherish my memories of them.

Sure, it isn't an actual death, but out of respect, I treated it as thought it were one in my own sort of way.
   
    
The morning after the channel was deleted, I felt content with my choice. I missed a giant YouTube historical moment, but I didn't do it because I was stupid and forgot, or fell asleep while watching it.

The only thing I am mad at is not watching all the videos. Seriously, I didn't know the AI generated obituaries were basically them reading smut until AFTER everything was deleted. It would have been weird and slightly uncomfortable, but I know I would have gotten a good laugh out of it.

Now I just have the weird 'out of the context' clips of them talking about Ethan and butts.
    
    
    
Anyways.
  
    
Memento Mori everyone. Take care.

Were you an Unus or an Annus?