DEATH COSTS - DAY16

I picture you smiling, sitting in your favourite chair, the one with the needlepoint-decorated seat. You have one of the Romanian pashminas draped around your shoulders, the one that's all soft greens - olive and avocado and something very pale - it brings out your eyes. I have just finished reading your obit to you and telling you the cost; neither of us can believe how much they charge to announce a death but it makes us laugh. If only.