Question: How has the attic bride always been different from most of the other ghosts you see? Answer: She’s not happy. No socializing for her. Even Constance is only experiencing the lunatic glee of the criminally insane. If you insist on calling it “happy,” then it’s kind of a Charles Manson happy, you know? I wouldn’t say she’s happy. She’s not forgiven or forgiving, not within the embrace of any resolution. But is justice being served? Well, if she wasn’t so utterly wacked-out, she’d realize that she’s exposing herselfand being exposed. Hattie with his damning heart-beat box is gone, but now we’ve got five haunted wedding portraits with the husbands’ heads disappearing. Those portraits are five ghostly fingers from beyond the grave laying accusation. And yet, those guys aren’t happy either, and they don’t even get the relief of being too crazy to care. You don’t see forgiveness, but you don’t see just deserts either. The ghostly revelations inspire no remorse in Connie, and she’s suffering no reprisal. Her madness has taken her to a place without punishment, but also without love.