When I came home from work today, I
checked the mailbox on my way to the front door. Hidden away amongst the mess
of carpet cleaning fliers, coupons, a Vons ad, the Penny Saver, and various
other dross by post, was a newsletter from the Poway Memorial Society. The
cover featured a Grim Reaper standing in front of a cash register asking the
question, ‘Do Funeral Prices Scare You To Death?’ Being that it was two days
after my 49th birthday, I asked rhetorically, “Is this some kind of sick joke?”
Or was it some kind of dire portent; a harbinger of my imminent demise? Did
they know something?
We sat down for dinner a while
later. Steak and salad. I took my steak extra rare.
I ate the steak first… just in case.
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