"Okay, Karen," the guy said. "Karen was here, by herself. We’ll see to it she’s as okay as she can be, given she’s dead. Nothing disrespectful is going to happen and her parents and her friends are going to understand that this was one of those appalling fucking bullshit events that you cannot prevent or foresee, and they will hate it but they will not lack for support or answers in so far as those things exist in this world. Do not get into asking yourself whether you owe them an explanation. You do not. You are the last good thing she ever knew. You had fun, you held each other, she died. There are honestly worse endings to a story, and you need to let her go right now and move on. This is sad stuff but it is what it is. It doesn’t help anyone if it fucks up your life. Go to the lobby and let me do my job."