Man on the Moon, R.E.M.
Maurice, Robert, Peter
He goes to a business meeting two hours after his wife dies. It's not that he wants to. It just needs to be done.
The show goes on.
He comes home to find his son curled up sobbing in the lap of his partner and closest friend. Peter pushes Robert to his feet- gently, always so gently- and slips away as Maurice enters the room.
His son just stands there blankly for a moment. Then: "D-d-daddy," Robert bawls, opening his arms, screwing up his face.
Messy, messy. He's just too young, or possibly too stupid, to understand that it's going to be all right. That heaven will come later and that the dead can wait. Business is now. Business is alive.
"There's really nothing to be said," Maurice promises. His voice is soft and loving. But Robert only cries harder, and Maurice doesn't have time for this. He's got an empire to run. He's got men to put on the moon.
And oh, what a show it will be.