Death is a weighty subject

I've had this thought for a while, so I felt like getting it out of my head.

Death is a heavy thing. It's a burden on the soul to carry that loss, that  sorrow. The grief induced weight gain that many experience is somewhat like a physical manifestation of the weight of ones emotion. Some people physically carry the burden in their heart for the world to see. Your weight may be an expression for everyone to see the sorrows you've gone through; each pound like a badge, worn to commemorate the event of a loved ones passing. Perhaps in the old days it was like an extra layer of insulation to keep your heart protected and carry you through the sparse times. It's as if the departed left a tiny bit of their soul wrapped around you, and your body had to expand to accommodate the extra consciousness you now carry with you always. Today everyone wants to be thin, but when extra weight is a marker of the extra wright bearing down on your soul, one needs not to be so ashamed of their baggage.