" Turner was pushed farther and farther back, wondering why they didn't see that Mrs. Cobb would have hated all the fuss, that they were shoving furniture from where it was supposed to be, that they had bunched up the runner in the front hall. Maybe this was what death was - when no one cared about one dang thing you had cared about. "

― Gary D. Schmidt , Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy