"I think we should do stuff for us," Katrina said. It was a selfish sentiment, but she'd never claimed to be anything else. "I think she'd want you to do whatever makes you feel better, even if it's sad."
It was more for him - or them - than Lynn, at this point. Katrina didn't believe in the afterlife. The dead were dead, and that kind of finality wasn't soothed for her by the idea of something else afterward, of a better place. Those seemed like the kinds of lies that adults told to children, like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Except some people kept believing in them even after they grew up.