We interrupt your three-part miniseries of misery with a breaking story of new woe from Casa de Awareness. This just in, overheard by a representative who prefers to remain anonymous:

Momma-de-Awareness: <singing with the television>

Harry: <playing game distractedly> Momma, stop that.

M-d-A: Stop what?

H: That singing. I don’t want to hear that singing.

M-d-A: <looking utterly, incomprehensibly crushed >

H: <soothingly> But it’s okay, I still love you.

<M-d-A exits weeping, stage left, H returns to game, fade to black>