This is from Jess Walter's The Zero, a 2006 National Book Award Finalist. I'm rereading the book for class, and this passage hit me hard, for some reason.
April's eyes narrowed then as if she were thinking the same thing. "So . . . do you ever think about what yours would say?"My--" Remy opened his eyes."Your portrait in grief. They're not like obits--see. They're not resumes or tributes. They're more like crosscuts, a strobe flash on one part of your life. One moment. One theme. So what would yours say?""I don't know," Remy said."I know what mine would say.""What?""She saw death as just another wedding she wasn't invited to."