A letter arrived a few weeks ago,addressed to me, bearing a first class stamp. I opened it of course. The message inside read “Time stands still for no one.” A few lines below I was invited to “take the time to make my cremation prearrangements.” In red ink!
No harm done, of course. But it made me think about how weird that actually is: the mortuary industry has discovered that at a certain age we all become persons of interest to them, fish waiting to be caught. Nothing I can do about it. They got me. What should I say tot hem, assuming I want to reply? I shall say that I am not ready. And I will add R.I.P. (Really. I Pass). Maybe that will get me off.
