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It's been a summer for death. I've lost my great aunt, my great uncle, and my favorite high school teacher. My next door neighbor currently scores a 5 on a 15-point coma scale. Death has been the house guest I didn't invite and don't enjoy cleaning up after. I can't wait to see the back of her.

My uncle died peacefully. My aunt died pissed off. At one point, pain-ridden in hospice care, my aunt asked if she could have more pain medication. My cousin said she'd go see who she could get to take care of that. She'd gone only ten feet when my aunt called out, "Whom."

RIP MKS. I miss you.