My dad’s dad never told him that he loved him. Never out loud. God, that’s so fucked up / I know. My brother and I are debriefing after dinner, in the hotel room that we share. Not even when he was dying? / I guess not. That image makes me so sad.

I just wanted to get better housing and instead I got a baby. Well, two babies. Two fake babies, to be precise.

Corpse Mom has discovered the best thing in life after her death. With her new evening ritual-- the 10-step Korean skincare routine, she’s entered a delightful new universe. How lovely it is to be dead, she thinks, to not have to worry about school nights, prepping lunchboxes, answering work emails, or having ‘married-for-donkey’s-years’ sex with her husband.