Every indie hacker has dead projects, usually several. Announcing a failure feels like shame, so most of them just disappear, and the work goes with them.
Marketplaces for abandoned projects have existed for over a decade and stayed small. A listings table gives nobody a reason to visit, share, or feel anything.
A burial is different. It is a ritual: cathartic for the founder and entertaining for everyone else, which makes the place fun before a single buyer shows up. Founders come to grieve, spectators come to watch, flowers pay for the grounds, and the buying layer switches itself on once there is a crowd.
We are the opposite of TrustMRR. They run the marketplace of success; we run the marketplace of failure. When the flowers pass our first $1,000, we list ourselves there, and the joke completes itself.