The flagpole that had flown at half-mast the day Cecilia died, though it had been summer and no one but the lawn crew had noticed - The Virgin Suicides

It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

Everybody had a story as to why she tried to kill herself. Mrs. Buell said the parents were to blame. "That girl didn't want to die," she told us. "She just wanted out of that house." Mrs. Scheer added, "she wanted out of that decorating scheme."

A series of dissolves, their house, street, city, country, and finally planet, which not only dwarfs but obliterates them.