Ellie's funeral today. It was... I don't know an OK service? I've never understood why people use words like "nice" to describe funerals. I mean... it's a funeral. It's, by its very nature, not nice.
Her boyfriend-- I think his name is Hank?-- kept glaring at me through the whole thing, which is weird. The police were there too, though they kept their distance.
Afterward, Jess and I just sort of sat around the apartment, doing nothing.