The Mourning  Even in the snowy, muddy, rainy autumn we had here they made a way to lower her coffin 6 feet under. Impressive, hasty. I mean, the simple fact Mom wasn’t even alive anymore was impressive in itself. I always thought the damn viper would outlive even our nieces. But alas, Momma’s underground. I should feel something, I think… It was weird. Laura and Oliver were crying all over for the last week or so, Dad was drinking his ass off, something or other about drinking his bitch