These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events my death brought were primarily that the bones of a body that would become something whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life.

the lovely bones is one really scary film.