The Next Mourning

The Next Mourning by Amanda Visokay (a Short Story Contest entry) 

You didn’t need a doctorate, to know something was wrong. Grief was a beast, and attacked from the inside out. So, they stepped up. Church was on Sundays, and couldn’t kill them. Long walks were healthy for everyone involved. Movie nights brought laughter. When the cemetery gates opened for her, it was for all of her, not the pieces his Death had left behind. It was the least they could do, after all.