Do you remember the gazebo where you used to go when you felt upset, hurt, or lonely during your younger days? It was a safe and peaceful place where you found solace.

Leaving the funeral home, the sun shines bright, but everything seems dull. You head towards the gazebo, flooded with memories of your dear friend. You wonder how you'll ever get over the loss.

As you were deep in thought, a voice chimed in, "You look stupid crying."