“ Grief is this complicated creature. All across the internet, slathered in countless books and plays, there's advice from people on how they've dealt with it. Yet still, none of us know, not really, how to kill it. It comes. It eases. It returns. We cry. We search. Sometimes it drowns us. Hope and joy are similar creatures. The three fight, but they're siblings. Steven Hayet's play starts in a sort of jubilation. Whacky antics draw out smiles. Then joy goes to sleep, and grief wakes. But he reminds us, grief sleeps, too. As it yawns, hope starts to stir. ”