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My wife was lying in a flower-covered casket while our daughter posted beach pictures from Mexico and our son celebrated a birthday party. Then, in the middle of her funeral, my phone rang for the forty-fourth time.
Chapter 2 By one o’clock, the coffee in the reception room had gone cold. The last mourners were leaving with casserole dishes, leftover sandwiches, and damp tissues tucked into their...