I’ve attended a lot of funerals this year. Funerals in the mountains and on the beach. Funerals on a train and beside a private plane. Funerals disguised as parties, one with a signature drink designed by the deceased. Everywhere people a mere ten years older are popping off, dropping like flies. The last memorial service I attended was a grim affair. What made it painful wasn’t so much the loss of the deceased but of her final opportunity. It killed me that such a smart, funny woman had such a boring funeral.