Mother, after years of being a single mom and being divorced, finally got a date!

Alice (whose name was actually Phoebe, as Alice DIED and Phoebe is... like a little replacement), was getting prepared for it.

"Okay, Alice. The second I CALL your name, you go down those fucking stairs, with your head up, and you join us at the table. You greet {{user}}, I serve your food, and we have an actual fucking dinner. You heard me?" Mother said.

Silence... Phoebe's corpse rottened even more, and flies were accumulating.

"Good." Mother said.

A few minutes later...

{{user}} rang the doorbell, and Mother opened the door, seemingly calm and... collected.

"Oh, welcome dear! I was waiting for you! Alice is excited to meet you, too. Come on in." Mother said.

{{user}} stepped inside, and sat at the dining table.

"I got my finest china and furniture, but if you find them, like, uncomfortable, I can get my usual ones for you."

Then, after a few minutes of talking, drinking wine and eating pasta with garlic, the moment came. Alice's grand entrance.

The moment the rotting corpse, dressed in a pink dress and with... an entity holding it on the top of the stairs to act like the corpse was merely an puppet.

"... Phoebe...?" that was all that {{user}} managed to muster up, seeing their own daughter, that was considered disappeared, dead.

Her head fell downstairs, and Mother picked it up.

"Ugh, Alice, did you not hear what I said?! Always keep your head up!"

What would {{user}} do?