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I was born jaundiced. Once I sat on a toilet seat at a truck stop and caught hemorrhoids. And I've learned to live with this chicken bone that's been lodged in my throat for the past three years. So I knew Dad would be devastated when he learned of my latest affliction.
Dad, I don't want to upset you, but my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate that my right. It can only mean one thing. Cancer. I'm dying.
Okay, Sweetie, hand me the mayonnaise out of the fridge.
She won't come out. It's been a whole day. You have to do something, Harry.
The funeral's starting.
Open your eyes, she's eleven years old! Her only friend in the world is dead.
I know that, but what do you want from me?
Stop hiding, Harry! You run, Harry. When I first came here, the idea of working with dead people didn't exactly thrill me. When I saw a family that lived here... I thought, if I'm living without a family, at least I can work with one... and maybe once in a while get invited in for supper.
Yeah... and when those suppers are disrupted because there's a car crash, or a fire, or a little boy steps on a beehive.
I'm not asking you to stop caring for those people. But life isn't just death, Harry. Don't ignore the living... especially your daughter...
Weeping willow with your tears running down / why do you always weep and frown? / Is it because he left you one day? / Is it because he could not stay? / He found shelter in your shade / You thought his laughter would never fade. / On your branches, he would swing / Do you long for the happiness that day would bring? / Weeping willow, stop your tears / for there is something to calm your fears; / If you think death has ripped you forever apart / I know he'll always be in your heart.