25 October 1825
Today we commissioned a local tradesman to build us a glass coffin. We briefly entertained the notion of burying her, but we could not bare it. Though she is three days dead, she is still as beautiful as before.
I am afraid my brothers are not handling it as well as I. Carl is in the cabinet under the sink and refuses to come out. Jacob has not left his bed. Wilhelm spends endless hours in the library trying to find a cure. Friedrich is lying on the front lawn wearing nothing but boxers and hiking boots. George sits at the table where we put Snow White staring. Ludwig went off into the woods and no one has seen him in days.