My family was hosting a lavish $100,000 memorial service for me, weeping over an empty mahogany casket. My husband was already holding his mistress’s hand, whispering about how they’d spend my military life insurance
I was already dead to them the second my name passed through the insurance office, I thought, staring at my own face printed on the thick, silver-trimmed funeral program in my hands. But they had forgotten one very simple thing: you cannot bury a fire while it is still burning. The smell of pine oil … Read more