Don’t tell them if you think they won’t allow it. Lie if you have to. But I’d like to be buried by Walt and Wes. Can you do that for me? I won’t take up much space.” I smiled weakly again. No! Melanie was howling. No, no, no, no . . . “No, Wanda,” Doc objected, too, with a shocked expression. “Please, Doc,” I whispered, wincing against the protest in my head, which was getting louder.
