Speaking of how one feels about holidays that coincide with the death of a person you loved ("Grief Is a Bee..."), I think of JW wondering how to handle the holidays the year after her brother died on Christmas, shortly after my mother killed herself. She told me she'd found the perfect Christmas cards. They read:
Merry Fucking Christmas!
I think a lot of people could relate, even people who never experienced death on holidays. But JW decided not to send them, after all.