Another devastated wife stands in the doorway. Her tears ruin her makeup. Little Tommy cries. He can't understand why his father would leave him. What am I supposed to say? Sure, it hurts, but I can't change the way things are.
I know I should feel something. Some remorse for leaving them that way, but I just can't let myself. There is no room for tears.
When it's time to go, I'm the one to take him away. It's my job. There's a reason why they call the reapers grim.