"It's just horrible" she said looking up at him, "I am glad no one enjoys it."
She got up as he did, lacing her fingers through his. She didn't want to let him go, she wanted to keep touching him, it made him feel even more real.
She smiled as she looked at him, "You know, I still cannot get used to the way these people take care of their dead. Some have no respect for it at all, and the others, they put their family members either into a metal box with nothing, or into a fire, again with nothing. it makes such little sense to me."