A man whose wife dies suddenly becomes able to see gods - both the big gods, like the Queen of Grief, but also the little gods, like the goddess of painful sense associations, and the god of bargaining and guilt. This story was just beautiful, full of love and pain, and really beautifully wrought. I've (thankfully) never lost anyone close to me, so I can't really speak to how accurately Pratt captures the grieving process, but it felt real, and honest, and I love the idea that there is a god for each of the tiny things in our life, both good and bad.