Last Friday I was at the Church of the Holy Spirit for the second time of my life. The first was several years ago at J & G's wedding; this time was for a funeral mass for another friend, also by the initial J. Attending the mass got me thinking of so many issues and made me reflect a lot on dying (once again). I looked on in envy seeing the number of people who attended J's funeral. Instead of
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