My gf finally had it hit her and was venting to me last night. I think it was pure gold. Loosely paraphrased below:

“I don’t understand why the first thing people say to me after ‘sorry’ is, ‘so are you going to get another cat?’

Excuse me? I’m grieving. Do I ask, ‘so are you going to get another uncle?’ No.”

It was dark but gold.

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