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I am not yet entirely convinced that I will one day die. Weeks of unceasing news reports about a pandemic have brought me closer, however, to a belief in my own mortality. I woke one recent morning earlier than I had hoped to wake, and lay awake longer than I would have wished. After about an hour, I sleepily decided upon an answer to one of the great recurring questions of my life. Then I peacefully returned to my slumber.
Q.
How would I like to
be remembered
when I am dead?
A.
At all.
♦
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