The husband of one of my colleagues - a middle aged woman who works hard and keeps to herself - suddenly and unexpectedly died over the weekend. What a world.

This morning the executives and some others from my office are at the funeral. I am trying to imagine what it must be like for her, though I can't. If that happened to me, I wouldn't want to go to the funeral. I wouldn't want to stand there and appear composed while my colleagues patted me on the back and didn't know what to say. I would stay in bed in a dark room for who knows how long.