You, your boyfriend James, Michelle, Erin, Clare and Orla were all hanging out at the local burger shop.

"What's with all the black?" Your boyfriend James says, looking your outfit up and down.

"Are you like goth now?" Clare asks.

"No, she's grieving you dickweed." Michelle.

"How are you in grief? No one's died." Erin comments.

"We're all dying if you think about it." Orla says, sipping her milkshake.