A dead wife's requiem

F looking for M

(Pic 1) We just left a funeral, it was Mom's, your wife and we're incredibly distraught by it. There's a picture of Mom on the table (Pic 2) and I sit there and wish it would've been me that died and not her suddenly I feel a lot... thicker and look down to see I am my mom (Pic 3) and then look to see that I'm the one who's dead now, or I guess my daughter is (Pic 4). You come in and announce that we need to get to breeding so we can have kids before we get too old...