Of course it was

"This is not the end of the world," she whispered.

Then she died.

And it was.

Anya, sweet Anya. Not a day goes by that isn't filled with

Bye. Bye.

I'm waving at you, but you have your back to me.

Unlike Lot's wife, you give no backwards glance.

Your last countenance becomes my eternity.

I almost weep, knowing you don't even remember me.

Almost.