Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop. Their throats have turned to liquid and their fingers glint under the weak autumn sun.

Her skin tasted expensive.

I'm here, Tess. I'm right here, holding your hand. Adam's here, too, he's sitting on the other side of the bed. And Cal. Mum's on her way, she'll be just a minute. We all love you, Tessa. We're all right here with you.

She needed food. Diets didn't count in a crisis.

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.