"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?"