Maybe one day you will be Emma, and then you will know how awful the pain is, how heart wrenchingly achingly terrible widowhood is. Maybe you will wake up yearning for that person who never stopped loving you, loved you with their final breath, the person who you would give your own life for. Or maybe you will be divorced Emma , cast aside by someone who doesn't love you any more, leaving you bitter. This slogan is sick Emma, who would wish the death of their parent onto their own children ? One day you might know the terrible hurt your words have done - burn the tee shirts !