He missed her funeral. Not physically of course. Not even the grim reaper himself could have stopped him from being at that funeral. He just wished he could be there again. It really was a grand old time. She wrote a eulogy for herself, for him to read out. It was his last performance on stage. When you get to an event as morose as a funeral, the last thing you expect is for a little boy to accidentally roll into - what was later found to be - another person’s to-be-grave because of his mother’s overwhelmingly shocked expression. Little children are interesting. He found them abhorrent. She flip flopped between trying to choke one with love and trying to choke one with well... Whatever it is you choke people with. It really was interesting to watch her argue with her husband about the prospect of having children. They seemed to always be on the opposite page about it. Whenever the poor chap wanted a child, she insisted against it, yet when he wanted to put his career first - it was...