My aunt passed away this afternoon. Please say a prayer for her if you can. The worst thing about death is having to catch yourself and convert all the tenses to past. And the sinking feeling that what followed the last thought the person ever had was a deep, motionless silence. Nothing.

Edit: I stand corrected. The worst thing about a death in the family is having to talk about it. "Let it out... you'll feel better" and so on. Why is it people assume whenever anything happens, it must result in talk and the communal sharing of feelings and loud emoting? Leave me the hell alone.