The party continued all around her; people laughing, the clink of glasses, the ceaseless rush of the waves against the shore, a bonfire sending bright sparks into the night sky. As if nothing had happened.

Dammit! When your world ends, and people around go on living their lives like it hasn't... it's one of those things about grief that always gets to me.

Thanks to Walt Disney and subsequent interpretations, I don't think I've ever thought of Dionysus as hot. I like this.