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If this post resonated with you, drop a comment below. Tell me your whammy of the week. We’re in this stupid, terrible, beautiful boat together.

There’s a moment, somewhere between the last spoonful of lukewarm casserole and the first phone call to the life insurance company, where you realize you aren’t just sad. widow whammy

The third whammy is the grocery store. Specifically, the moment you realize you don’t need to buy the extra-large jar of peanut butter anymore. You stand in aisle seven, holding a jar, having a full existential crisis over legumes. If this post resonated with you, drop a comment below

But the insidious part? You don’t get to stay down. The undertaker’s assistant needs to know about the burial plot. The funeral home needs 12 copies of the death certificate. Your mother-in-law needs to know what flowers he would have wanted. There’s a moment, somewhere between the last spoonful