Some time ago I made plans for my death, also called Preneed Funeral Planning. My “advanced planning counselor” and I sat down over a cup of tea in my dining room and began to discuss the inevitable. This was shortly after I had had a heart bypass operation, so I must have felt more than ever before intimations of mortality. I know I wasn’t feeling as desperate as Melville’s Ishmael: “Whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear...
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