I’m Sorry I Didn’t Respond to Your Email, My Husband Coughed to Death Two Years Ago
Rachel Ward

I’m at a year and a half. Thanks for writing this — it’s lovely, and brings back horrifying and hilarious memories of trying to transfer a car title at the DMV: “I’m sorry, I know you’ve been here for two hours already, but you’ll have to come back later. You need a certified copy of the will.” “Ok. Fine. What’s a certified will?” “It’s a will. That’s certified.” “Um, ok. How is that different from this signed will that I brought today?” “IT’S CERTIFIED AND THIS ONE ISN’T.” *blank souless staring at each other* “Ok, thanks. I guess I’ll have to Google that.” “I ALREADY TOLD YOU MA’AM, YOU JUST HAVE TO GET IT CERTIFIED.”

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