"What happened?"
"When?" she shrugged noncommittally.
He rolled his eyes. "When else? When you d-died…?"
"I killed myself."
He flinched. "I—"
"It's what happened, Sirius. Don't try avoiding it by using euphemisms. I did it. I ended it."
"And I want to know why! Myrtle, why would you—?"
"That's none of your concern, Sirius." she floated away from him, higher up toward the ceiling.
"I need to know!" he yelled, unable to stop her.
"Why?" she whirled around, her transparent particles moving, "It doesn't matter."
"Because…because you—"
"It doesn't matter, Sirius. I'm dead. Knowing why won't change that."
"Please, Myrtle, tell me!"
"Why do you care?"
"I— I— can't explain why—."
"Because you don't, Sirius. You want closure, okay? That's all. You don't want to know why. You don't want to keep coming back here. You just feel guilty. And you're starting to bother me."
"Myrtle—"
"I thought I would get revenge by making you think you're crazy, but now you're just bothering me! You want closure? You can have it and now you can stop bothering me!"
"No! You're still mad! You still blame me! You're just trying to get me to stop asking!"