Running into an ex-lover can feel like a funeral gone awry. Like showing up to your beloved Uncle’s funeral and witnessing his body become animated in a creepy zombie-like terror; dancing around the room and shaking hands with relatives and sipping from the punch bowl. You wanted so badly to pay your respects and put the past to rest and you’d give anything now to stuff that frightening body back into the casket and leave with your emotional closure. But it’s impossible. Ex-lovers can show up just like this; at parties, bars, bookstores and running in tight spandex shorts through the park; just as unwelcomed and terrifying.