The daughter reports what the mother wears at her death as if she were reporting fashion for the newspaper. Of course, newspapers do reduce tragedy to fashion and you are clearly disgusted by that, as you should be. There is a dark humour here. I also like the description of ice cream. You mention the ravine which is very Toronto.
Ravines can be cruel.
What I want is a zinger last line for that stanza, a real hook to put it up there in the top ten. Use a verb. Make the picture cruel the way you do in the other stanza endings. Dark dead veins don't sing, honey chile. But you can do it.