She broke the vessel his soul was being held in or had someone do it at her command. It smashed on the ground. There was no saving what was within. I cannot remember who it was but I think it had been a husband or child. Another I knew recreated it from memory. He had met him and knew what he looked like. I am fortunate he was such a talented artist. He even got the mole right. They took the sculpture from the stand. I had to hand everything over to her and the male she was with.