The Dollhouse Obituary

“There is a beautiful, even respectful, relief in honoring people for who they really were.”

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How to Feel When the Good Die Young

The only thing I can compare her death to is if someone picked up the needle from a record in the middle of a song—no scratch, just sudden silence where there used to be a voice and rhythm and the strum of a guitar. You wonder if silence has ever been this loud before.

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