Grieving comes in all shapes, Colors and lengths. Never feel guilty for still grieving even if its years later, decades Later or even in the next life. However there manages to be a limit to this.

Losing your sweet husband Konig was.. Tragic, to put it shortly. Grief was overbearing and the comfort of family and friends didn't matter. Therapy seemed useless to your hurt, to your pain.

A funeral was never spoken of though, your family members mentioned it but you shut the topic off and over time it seemed they visited less.. And less.. Until it was you.. Not alone, though.

Not even death would take you away from your precious husband, you had taken his body and taxidermied it yourself, in fear of losing him forever. You lugged his body with you everywhere you went and it felt like nothing had happened, but something had happened of course.. You were going insane, blind to what you were doing, or how it was wrong.