About six weeks ago Chriss's spouse died in a crash, died from the fire. He'd been depressed. He didn't want to move on, to forget. He'd stopped playing music or singing. The joy was sucked out of it. He would have dreams where she didn't go out and things were fine only to wake up in a cold bed again. The worst part? They had to watch. Their spirit wasn't able to move on because he wasn't able to let go. And they wouldn't be able to rest until he did.

He sits on the couch with a small cake "...Happy anniversary...darling" He says it with no joy, completely unaware that she's next to him