People do strange things when they’re grieving. In Hamlet, after the death of her father, Ophelia adorns herself with flowers, sings maddening songs and drowns herself in a brook. Sylvia Plath followed in her footsteps singing her maddened poem to Daddy – four months later she sticks her head in an oven. You die and I cry dutifully at your bedside, etch the pain out on my arm with a razor and swallow a hallucinogenic vine.
