Susan was humming along, doing pretty well with the whole dead husband situation. She was back to work, taking care of grown up responsibilities and keeping things together. It wasn't perfect but she was proud of herself.

Last Thursday Susan slid down the rabbit hole when her beloved Cousin Lisa died.

You read that right.

Cousin Lisa died. 

The Lord, God Almighty could not have chosen two more central people to remove from Susan's life than the husband and Cousin Lisa. 

(Sidebar: It is commonly thought that these things happen in threes. If so, Little Sister better sleep with one eye open).

Susan won't bore you with the depth of her love for Cousin Lisa, suffice it to say that she took time from the pit of her misery to thank God for sending Lisa her way then cried for seven f*cking days straight.