More and more people from my life have died over the years, which is to be expected. With rare exceptions, though, they’re not the ones who deserved it. The people who ought to be dead, like me, just keep chugging along.

Bill Brent, my friend

Bruno, my friend

Dad

Denise, a co-worker

Hate Man

Kevin, a neighbor

Margaret, once my girlfriend

Ralph, my brother

Stephanie, my wife

Stu, my friend.