Let me tell you a story about this necklace. It has been around. My boyfriend bought it for me at a place called "The Gothic Edge" in Covington, KY. It is a silver charm made up of 2 bones made into a cross with a rose down from the center. I fell in love with it when I saw it. That was probably the summer of 2004.
Skip ahead to March 31, 2008. My boyfriend had been out celebrating after the biirth of his Nephew, a few hours before. We had not been home an hour, yet. I had went outside to smoke a cigerette and had been inside less than 5 minutes. My cable went out and I called the cable company when I heard a FAINT beeping in the hall. I opened the door to see what was up. The freeking hall was filled with white smoke. I hung up with cable, called 911 (who transfered me to the fire dept.... what precious seconds they had while hell was literelly breaking loose) and the freaking fire department had the nerve to ask my screaming, panicking self if I was sure there was a fire. Dumb asses! anyway all at the same time, I'm screaming for my boyfriend to get out the building is on fire (btw... we were on the third floor). We opened the door and there was nothing but a raging infeno of pitch black and angry, evil, unrelenting red and orange flames and unbelievable heat licking your only exit. Anyway we ran to the back bedroom as far as we cound get and miracle of all... jumpped 3 floors to nothing but the ground below. Well, I managed to jump in a tree and he was hurt pretty bad andin hospital for a week and some other guy died. All this because some nut bag couldn't have the girl he wanted so he set the building on fire and then hung himself a week later. Can you believe we lost everything and nearly our lives and did not get one red cent for that because it was arson. And he only had access like that because the apartment did not have their unoccupied apartments locked.
Anyway, my boyfriends Sister went in after the aftermath and peeled my necklace off the bedpost.
Then I lost it and tried to get the people I bought it from to sell me another one. They told me it handmade, one if a kind. (after all those years the guy remembered it after I described it.)
We went to a friends a while later. Boyfriend opens a drawer. Guess what he found...... Assholes stole something 1 of a kind from me. They said it must have been similar and I could have it if I wanted it... Like I wasn't going to keep what's mine...

see... history.... I love this necklace!