It had been a month. Mrs. Turner was sitting in the living room, sobbing, thinking how to go on with her life. Her sorrows ended when her husband entered the room.
''Honey, it's been a whole month. You literally sat on that couch the whole month.''
Mr. Turner sat on the couch next to his wife.
''Listen, I know that it's difficult to get over it, but we really need to go on with our lives.''
When he said that, Mrs. Turner jumped up, and snapped at him.
''You inconsiderate asshole! Timmy was our only son, the whole country was watching when it happened, and it's all my fault and my stupid squid casserole!''
Mrs. Turner started to cry and weep, Mr. Turner was trying to comfort her, but was rudely pushed away.
''Go away! It's your fault too! If you didn't complain about my food, then I wouldn't have put extra effort in cooking, opened a restaurant, met Brad Wurst, participated in that cooking show, and KILLED TIMMY BY LETTING HIM EAT MY CASSEROLE!''
''...I'll just leave you alone then...''
Mr. Turner left, leaving his wife sobbing in the dark.