OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING

I don’t know if it’s his skull, but I’ve always thought how amazing it would be a fanasrt of his skull, tbh, I have a headcanon that Furiosa recovers his skull and keep it to remember the day she defeated him, though she hated him too much to keep a part of him close to her.

Also, brow/forehead game so serious it’s carved on his skull.

-SKIDS BACK INTO THIS POST-

I don’t think Furiosa would go out and make an effort to find his skull (or what’s left of it), but what I do personally headcanon happens is that someone does find it, and brings it to her.

Joe’s cult is death, hence all the skull symbolism. Furiosa tries to create a culture of life, of regrowth, so she does not want anything to do with death symbolism. But that one Wretched, still clinging to the old system, brings her the skull of the Immortan on bent knee and she takes it, if for no other reason than to make the Wretched happy and send them on their way.

But what does she do with the skull? She has no use for it or want of it.

The sisters spit on it. Dag almost attacks it like a dog. The Vuvalini sneer at it. Max blinks at it and glances toward a cliff. Just toss it back to the sand, where it belongs, his eyes say. But she doesn’t, because she knows that some other Wretched will find it and bring it back to her again, this godforsaken man who, even in death, won’t let her be.

So she takes the skull down to the motor pool, puts it in a metal bowl, grabs a belt sander, and spends an hour or two every day, like a meditation, grinding the bleached white skull to powder. It takes a long time, but she means for it to.

She carries the bowl up to the rooftop gardens in one hand. In the other, there are seeds. The Dag and her child sit under a tree, and Furiosa beckons the child over. “Wanna help me plant some flowers” she asks. The child nods dutifully, and helps Furiosa gather a basket of soil. They make quick work of it, Furiosa telling the child that the fine white powder in the bowl is nourishment for the flowers, to make them grow bright and strong.

“What kind of flowers are they?” The child asks.

“Forget-me-nots,” Furiosa says.

They bloom and bloom and bloom.