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He didn’t live his life, her mother would have said, it lived him. === You want someone to tell you why. Yes. Why there’s pain and loss. Why earthquakes and hunger. But mostly: Why no one gives a shit about you, Rachel. “Stop,” she was pretty sure she said aloud. You know what the answer is? “Just stop.” Because. “Because what?” she said to the quiet of the cemetery. Because nothing. Just because. She lowered her head and didn’t weep. Didn’t make a sound. But for a very long time, she couldn’t stop shaking. You’ve come a long way to get this answer. And here it is. At long last. Right in front of your face. She raised her head. Opened her eyes. Stared at it. A foot and a half tall, twenty inches wide. It’s granite and dirt. And there’s no more to it.