My heart goes out to the parents driving home without their children. To the teenagers with an empty desk beside them at school today. To the best friends who turn to make a joke to someone, only to remember they’re not there. To the teachers who call out the register, only to stumble on a name. My heart goes out today to all those affected by this horrific, barbaric and heartbreaking attack in Manchester.
The moment where Griffin’s skeleton launches itself from his body and he just sort of slithers down behind the table and rolls around on the stage for a bit due to the sheer force of what an butt he was being.