Got up. No sign of life from the neighbors house. Pet the cat, had breakfast. Decided to go to church. The sky is moldy looking.
At church I discover that my neighbor died. A picture of her head stands at the front entrance wreathed in flower chains. The priest gives a short sermon about mortality and mentions what a kind woman my neighbor was.
At night I watch TV and try to forget about the day. I can almost hear my neighbor's ghost laughing at me from hell.