@Diana Ooh! I am writing this down. Thanks! (You're the best! *nuzzle*) Gah, I like that.
I'm a little bit disappointed with the first answer! (I was not the querent, but I read A Dude's answer with great interest anyway.) Maybe you gals and germs can help me. My boyfriend of a year-and-three-months STILL does not know what to say to me ever, except for when I feel really ugly. At those unique times, he somehow intuits that I may need reassurance, and he stares at me for a long time and whispers, "You're so pretty." It's so sweet! And what do I do? I stare at him stupidly. Or I do as the querent does: "Thanks??" If I keep being an idiot like this, he might stop believing that I am oh so pretty. Or maybe he doesn't believe it at all! Waaahh! :(
@atipofthehat I love you? I love you.
Ewww, I just read the WHOLE COMMENT THREAD.
Aside: I actually know the Dude in the public domain photograph up top, I think, and he would give way better advice.
@ennaenirehtac I ALSO HAD THE GIANT LIBRETTO BOOK
In fact, I am coincidentally in my girlhood room *at this moment*, 1300 miles from home, and I think I might know where I left that book! Eep! I'm going to look for it right now!
@DrFeelGood I too had a Molly doll BECAUSE SHE WAS FROM MY MOM'S ERA. *And* I thought the other girls (apart from Felicity!) were really cold and aloof. I decided, as a kid, that I really just liked that one author better. (I remember her name without looking it up! Valerie Tripp wrote those books!)
@fancypants This was the case with me and Future Mister Jennatar. He brought it up, too, although in his case he phrased it in the reverse: "I'm scared to sleep with you sober." Ooo-kaaay. (P.S. Best lovin' of my life)
The advice here and in the comments is so, so good. The bereaved don't know, in the moment, what to ask for. When my family was in crisis, I loved it when a local family friend would drop by even with drive-thru grease-burgers or Starbucks coffee -- it relieved me of the effort of doing one more thing.
As an aside -- and this might not be a problem in your childhood's hometown, but it is in mine -- lay off the Religious speech. "God's will," His "mysterious ways," a "better place," and especially "rejoice" and "take comfort" are, ugh, just the Worst.
Um, FUCK THAT GUY. We all know what Iowa is. (Congratulations on your hoity-toity education, also, and FUCK THAT GUY.)