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It was Wednesday around noon when a unique invitation arrived in the mail - an invitation to prearrange my funeral services. The thought of it made me laugh. Did they really think I'd interrupt my schedule to rush over and plan my death? What made them think I had plans t o die anytime soon, anyway? Just then, my daughter, Jenny, and her kids stopped by, and I carelessly left the invitation on the counter. Big mistake. My daughter saw it, and to my surprise commented, "Oh good - I was hoping you and Dad were going to do this. My friend Rachel's parents prearranged their services and she was so relieved to know that their plans were documented." WHAT? I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
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