If you are reading this letter, it means I am dead. Sorry about that, but I know you’re tough and you will survive. Please don’t grieve too hard for me—I have had a fabulous life with many blessings. I mean . . . of course you must grieve. But don’t make a scene, dear. Some discreet tears are plenty. Feel free to laugh and make jokes at the funeral. People can be so miserable at those things. That’s the last thing I want, especially from you.
