My aunt’s husband is dead. He died on the night of May 13 at the Korle Bu Teaching Hospital. His death, according to my mother, was not really devastating. A few days before his death, my mother and all the other siblings of his wife had gone to visit him. He was unwell—something to do with a heart condition. After the meeting and prayers, my aunt’s husband, a pastor, told them, “It is finished,” echoing Jesus on the cross. When the sad news of his death finally reached our house, my mother said he had already said his goodbyes, and that was okay. But we mourn because, nonetheless, death is still painful.