"You don't have to do anything." Gar certainly wasn't planning on it. The extent of his plans for the rest of the day and, for that matter, the week had gotten as far as Definitely not going to cook dinner.
"Look. I know that I'm not really the guy you should go to for a healthy way to deal with loss. I mean, I've been doing the sad clown act for so long that I've actually burst out laughing at funerals. But I know that what you're doing? Probably not the best idea. Are you really going to feel any better once you turn pink and squishy again?"