M really hates being alone because it's a reminder of just how god awful she is. She tends to recollect on her life's story when she's alone and, let me be the one to tell you this, it is a very piss poor one.
   You know, out of all the things she fears, she doesn't share in a common fear we all have. She isn't afraid to die, but she is afraid no one will come to her funeral.