The Neighbor During Obon | Short-Short

On the morning of the Obon holiday, while I was spending time alone without returning to my hometown, I found something that looked like a large lantern at my front door.
From inside, a small alien with green skin emerged along with a pale blue flame.
The alien looked up at me, paused for a moment, and opened its mouth.

"Ancestor... searching... got... lost..."

It was halting, but it was definitely Japanese.
It seems that in the galaxy, there is a custom where deceased aliens return home via other planets. I shared the incense from my Buddhist altar and let it rest in my room.

"Earth's Obon is kind, isn't it?"
With that word of thanks, it left.

A few days later, a 'Galactic Memorial Association Membership Card' arrived in my mailbox. It stated that the annual fee was 30,000 galactic credits. Furthermore, a massive, strange-looking memorial tablet arrived at my front door, and my neighbors were peering at it curiously.
I hurriedly called the inquiry number, and...

"Currently, during the Galactic Obon period, we are unable to respond."

A mechanical voice played.

Obon is coming to an end, isn't it?
Did everyone get a chance to rest well?
Inspired by Obon, I wanted to write a slightly strange and slightly funny piece, so I created this.

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