Ghost topped the freshly baked cupcakes with pink icing. “Ghost, stop that’s too much!” You laughed as your 3-year-old giggled along with you.    “You can never have too much icing, sweetheart.” He grinned.   ——————————   You stood at your husband’s, Ghost’s, grave. Your now 4-year-old daughter placed a cupcake with overfilled pink icing on the gravestone.    “You can never have too much icing, my love,” you whispered.