In the days leading up to Phoenix’s passing, she was just starting to notice the strange music that didn’t seem to have a source. The first time she looked around to see which one of her toys went ‘off’. We pushed several so she would start playing with them. The second time she was eating dinner, and looked very confused as to where the music was coming from. Now, whenever the ice cream man drives by, his music sounds depressing…stupid ice cream man.