A good group of stories, well chosen for their common theme.
"In Memoriam"
This story didn't get me as much as the others. It certainly felt authentic, and the twist caught me off guards, which is a good thing. But it just really makes me wonder why she does it. If he's dead, he doesn't care that she's crapping on his grave. All she's doing is prolonging her own hate, for someone who isn't around anymore. Though, I like what Alasdair said about having to admire her dedication.
"Pieces"
Oh my God, this story was horrible in the best kind of horror way, a perfect analogy for a parasitic relationship. The best relationships leave you stronger than you would've been by yourself, and then there's this kind which makes you give away yourself piece by piece until it kills you. I'm not sure which part was creepier, the end where he still insisted on saying "I love you", or the point in their decline where she took his tongue without evening asking. *shudder* Well done.
"Home is Where the Heart Is"
Ah, family. Another parasitic relationship, this time with an overbearing mother and equally overbearing son. I didn't see the second revival coming. Creepy!