"Lena, just go over and take a look at him. Don't you want to see him?
"No. I gave him up as an infant and that was that."
"But he's your son!"
"Look, here none of that bullshit matters. I thought we were supposed to find peace and tranquility here."
"Well, yes..."
"Then why do we have to come running what seems like every couple minutes to greet the dead?"