"The thing about it was that everyone thought he would get better. They had him on so many pills that something had to happen. It seems the only thing medication was good for, in his case, was to keep him lingering around. His funeral was sad not because he died, but because he suffered. If you ask me, you can blame those pills as much as the disease.
"Anyway, it's not like Seymour and I were joined at the hip or anything. I only mention him because finding the key to controlling my emotions was kind of a red-letter day for me."