The Stages Of Missing Eddie Kaspbrak

I suck at descriptions so instead have this: So when he was faced with such an overwhelming sadness, he did the only thing he could do. He denied it.
In his mind, Eddie Kaspbrak still existed.
Eddie lived in the pages of his favorite book, still sitting idly in their coffee table, his bookmark sticking out of it because he had been reading it for the millionth time. Eddie lived in his clothes, still hung up neatly in the closet. He lived in his coffee cup that he insisted on using every single day it's lucky, Rich. Just trust me.