Was already talking about death today, what to do with my dad's ashes re: sending them to his family in britain (a very difficult topic and one that has too many hoops for me to jump through easily), retelling how I found the body and the trauma involved with the realisation. Tried to draw to not think about it, pushed the thought into the back of my mind and labelled it "at least he's happy where he is now".

The ghost in that comic kind of tore that thought apart and made me feel like the vampire.
I need to lie down, maybe re-read this properly when I'm in a better mood.