When I was a kid, I thought all the people I’d known who had died were in heaven, shaking their heads in disappointment every time I did something wrong. I just knew they were thinking, “If only we’d known she was like this while we’d been alive, we wouldn’t have liked her at all.” So then every time another person I knew died, I’d vow to myself that I’d be nicer from then on, so they’d continue liking me.
