My Friend Left Nothing.

It’s a pretty short eulogy when all you can say is: He lived, yada yada, he died.”

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They were miniatures bought at Dollarama before he went south. He handed them out on the beach like paper flags at a patriotic parade.

We’re not looking for levels of voyeurism when someone dies. We’d rather hear they got a cat out of a tree. is doing great business these days. In the fourth quarter of last year, they sold over 1.4 million Ancestory/DNA kits costing $99 dollars each.

We just take the DNA test and marvel at the past. Nothing inspires us to rush out and invent a better Listerine formula.

We’re proud of our kids’ volleyball games or that they graduated with honours, never wondering if they’re proud of us.

I look at my own accomplishments. Compared to my ancestors, they’re negligible. Compared to the people I read about, they’re a speck.

I did a poor imitation of Don Draper for 40 years before writing my first novel. I'm currently in the final stages of a children's book. Lucky me.

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