Good question. What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart? I could get creative with this. Let's see where it goes.
It's a sad morning for me, but moreso productively sad, if that makes any sense. Erich Skelton's "Bombs Away" is a beautiful complement to my scrambled eggs, 2 pieces of turkey bacon, and sheer misery that I'm afraid I'll die alone with just my shoes. At least, they will be cute shoes and they will have something to say for me. Here's what I would say.
Here lies SavannahRed, whose real name is unknown. She died of a broken heart, but did not go unloved. Occasionally, she would wake up early in the morning and walk to the grocery store just to give a good morning to everyone she saw while she got the first pick of green beans. Her life was fascinating, whoever she was, and her world was definitely colorful, as obviously stated by her invigorating array of shoe hues. She was a singer, photographer, designer, dancer, traveler, and friend, but now she's all alone, covered with dirt and grass, and all alone. Her heart was too big for this world, so it exploded. That is how she died.
That's a really strange obit, but I'm strange, so it works.