He thought, “Tie, suit, wingtips, dress shirt, black socks.”
She said, “I’m touched. Of course he’ll deliver the eulogy.”
“What? I’ll do what?”
When he spoke, she looked up and put her finger to her lips. She walked back into the kitchen, away from him.
“How can I give a eulogy for someone who should still be alive?”
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