Funny i should mention my old mistress, Melancholia. Reading tonight, in my book on how death in the Civil-War changed America, i came across this passage that speaks of how many survivors refused to admit that their loved ones were indeed dead and therefore did not feel grief. In a state of grief the living are coming to grips with what is lost, but Frued contrasts grief with Melancholia, wherein the bereved "cannot see clearly what has been lost."...

thats indeed what she looks like...

Melancolia by Albrecht Durer