Donna Amalfi's death finally brings Ron and Richie the sense of peace they never knew whilst she lived. And Mary Worth, who identified so strongly with Donna's drive to interfere in the lives of others, is so empathic that she literally knows the thoughts of a brain-dead Donna. Now Richard, not one to break a pattern, immediately turns to the Grand Matriarch of Meddling in search of the smothering-mothering on which he's grown dependent. We've truly come full circle.
So why do I feel such tremendous loss? Why does Richard seem at peace, while I am weighed down with internal emptiness? What is this grief that can't be slaked in a simple day or two of platitude-polluted panels? Where shall I turn? Where is my "Mary Worth" to bring comfort, like a warm tuna casserole, to this aching heart?