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November 13, 2011

When her father came home and heard the news, he was angry. Angry with his wife, angry with his daughter, angry with the neighbors, angry with the police, angry with life and everything in it. He didnít come home until a week after his wife was dead, and although the local undertakers had preserved her body as best they could, they did not recommend that he view his wifeís remains. He went along with this in his shock and grief, but her death always seemed like a dream, unreal, though he knew she was gone forever, her choice.