Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.
When the wedding march sounds the resolute approach, the clock no longer ticks, it tolls the hour. The figures in the aisle are no longer individuals, they symbolize the human race.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.