I must be living in the Monty Python scene where they bring out the dead and one of them says, “But I’m not dead yet!”
That’s me. I’m still not dead. In spite of all my efforts to be dead, the catalog company continues to send me catalogs.
Do they think I’m going to dial in from the Beyond and say, “I really fancy that Claddagh ring. Could you ship it to Heaven c/o God?”