Grief Explorers Pillows

Former Survivalist

"Thank you for helping me grieve."

'It freaks me out that you're keeping your dead mum preserved in Formalin on the mantelpiece!'

"Thanks for walking a mile in my shoe but it's beginning to hurt now."

"I can't decide if we're good people who are bad at communicating, or monsters who communicate perfectly."

"Postwar is hell."

"I scream! You scream! I can't stop the screaming!"

"I don’t know how many ways I can explain it. One morning you’ll just wake up and know that you’re in love."

"It's going to be huge! Cheese-flavored vodka!"

'The good news is that it's not your fault.'

"What a sad species humans are!"

'We finally learned to communicate, and he's worse than I thought he was!

Mood Swings.

'I really don't need to go to church, Reverend -- I feel guilty enough without it.'

Couple

'He doesn't talk to me anymore.'

"My wife and I handle our own finances. I'm an accountant and she's a grief counselor."

Wife takes husband's place in the pub

'To foster a sense of trust, I always like to end each session with a group hug.'

"Naturally you have trouble getting in touch with your innermost feelings. You're a hollow choclate bunny."

'Life is a precious thing, but simply breathing and existing isn't living...the end is inevitable for everything...I'm afraid that time has come for you, dear. I have to pull the plug...'

"Would you describe the pain everyone else causes you as dull and throbbing or sharp like a knife?"

'I bought winter tyres and it didn't snow.'

Bring your problems to work day.

'Let it go. Get on with your death.'

'What's the point of suffering from depression if nobody notices?'

Unhappy clown.

"I don’t understand why they aren’t happy, we give them challenging, demanding work and let them do it 80 hours a week!"

A psychic mows the lawn.

'I don't know, doc. I'm okay. It's just that I don't feel as happy as a clam.'

"I assure you I do appreciate what you're feeling."

"On your previous visit you were describing how you were unable to express grief at the death of your first dog, Ranger. Please continue."

Weight of the world on your shoulders.

'It's ok, sir, we'll put you in touch with one of our grief counselors.'

"Ten years of therapy, and finally I’ve managed to replace my rage addiction with sarcasm."