“What an amazing idea,” my grandfather said. “Too bad Latinos don’t buy insurance.” “Abuelo!” I scolded. “It’s true,” Don Luis said. “You ask any immigrant, ‘Do you want to die here? Do you want your body buried here, or do you want your body sent back home where people can mourn you?’ people are going to say, ‘Yes, yes, me, me,’ but you try selling insurance to Colombians.”
