Extend the Story - Add a Room

Your mom has been repeatedly saying her intention to kill herself that it's already getting annoying. Fine, let her kill herself if she wants to, just let you have your peace! So you decide to let your mom die, you heartless bastard.

She may have noticed that, lately, you've been cold towards her (because she's already getting so annoying you just tune out whenever she talks to you about her screwed-up family and what a failure she is as a wife and bla-bla-bla) that she would just break down and cry whenever she sees you. "You don't mind your helpless mother anymore!" she wails at you.

You've had enough. You stomp away in a semi-tantrum and plug off with your iPod earphone, full volume.

"Well, fine!" you hear her mutter (it's actually a shout, but you couldn't hear well because of the loud music). You hear a crack, and you turn around.

Your mother lay sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from her mouth, a gun between her teeth. She killed herself at your presence. Pretty lucky that you weren't looking.

What do you do with the body?

Arrange a true funeral.