What’s supposed to happen now is that I’ll go back to the table where Odette, Sheila, and Evelyn will each read the obituaries they’ve written for Drugstore Steve based on their knowledge of his life. Specifically, the juicier parts or the weirder parts or sometimes the very personal parts. We’ll laugh. We’ll gasp. One of them might actually shed a tear, because a man did die. And then they’ll vote on which obituary will get posted on their Mission: Outlive Our Ex-Boyfriends group blog.
