Within her house all is tarnished, dusty, and worn-out, which serves to confirm Emily's lifeless nature, and the only love she has ever known concludes similarly to everything else in her life. Nothing is left to show for it except dust. Among the death and decay of this story, Faulkner only hints at the once lively side of Ms. Emily that yearned and loved. However, these traits are covered by an impenetrable sense of death that completely takes over her life. In this sense it seems fitting that the author begins the story with Emily's death, because she is as good as dead throughout the rest of the story as