They Held My Funeral While I Was Still Breathing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Nephew Looked Into the Coffin and Said, “Mommy, Aunt Madelyn Is Looking at Me”

Did you panic?”

“Yes.”

“That’s strange,” I said, “because at my wake, you looked very comfortable wearing my necklace.”

Her lip trembled.

“That was a stupid mistake.”

“No,” I said.

“Forgetting where you parked is a stupid mistake.

You helped turn your own sister into a corpse before you even knew for certain whether I was one.”