"As I looked down on the world, I began to let go of it. I let go of white picket fences and cars and driveways, coffee cups and vacuum cleaners. I let go of all those things which seemed so ordinary but when you put them together, they make up a life, a life that really was one of a kind. I’ll tell you something. It’s not hard to die when you know you have lived, and I did. Oh, how I lived.”

Edie Britt

The resident slut of wisteria lane is gone...