“Are you going to the funeral?” I scratch the back of my neck. “I mean, when it happens…” I cringe. Everything sounds wrong. Is there even a right way to talk about someone’s mother dying? “She doesn’t want one.” I open my mouth to ask why, but he cuts me off. “She doesn’t want people from Cobalt Inc. to waste their time mourning a corpse when they should be working. Her words.”
