You know that period between the day someone dies and the day their family finally changes the answering machine, when you can call & pretend they're just on vacation? So you call, just because you know in a week or so, you'll never hear that person's voice again, and there is something horribly final in that thought? Even if you weren't very close with that person, but remembered him or her fondly, as someone who was always... well, always so fucking nice?

That's a weird period.