When the party's over ...

"Do you have a literary executor named in your will? What would you like to see happen to your books once you've shuffled off this mortal coil?" By Catriona

A word about that mortal coil, though. Shakespeare meant one day we will all shrug out of the earthly bodies that coil themselves around us while we're alive. Everyone knows that, right? But when I was a wee girl (and still now, a bit) I had a picture of human beings walking up (pessimists would have said down, I suppose) a coil, suspended...