The first thing I do, once I hear, is identify his fucking body. I leave the morgue, go back to the Grand, and leave that hellhole forever.
The second thing I do is call around to look for a new place to stay. There's no way I can impose on Veronica and Keith, nor do I really want to be around them as they recollect themselves. Nothing definite is settled when I hang up, but I have options, which is better that I can say any of my other friends.
The third thing I do is find Dick and make sure he hasn't drunken himself into a coma. He hasn't, good for him. I would have been in the same place as he was, but helping Veronica was way more important—well that and I don't care if Aaron's dead.
The fourth thing I do is visit the Coronado Bridge. I tell Mom that he's gone, and hope to fucking Jesus that they are never in the same place again. I think not, because Mom was a good person, if a little misguided.
The fifth thing I do is to not count my steps anymore. I'm free—I'm a new man.
Billy Corgan really had it right: the end is the beginning is the end.