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After Gavin died, one of my first tasks in the Dreaded Bureaucracy of Death (DBoD, coined by Kristin) was to arrange for an ad in the local paper. Gmail accounts truncate names when showing a conversation; the summary line for my correspondence with the “Death Notices” department looked like this (yeah, you can click to enlarge the image):
It was just a week after his death, I was so numb. Of course my first thought is: I have to forward this to Gavin. THUNK.
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