I let them bury my father in a sealer coffin. I knew how and why to say no. But I’d just won the battle not to embalm him and they recommended that, in that case, we should do a sealer coffin. No extra cost to the original. My best self would’ve argued. But I was not alone in that room, or alone with my sister—who trusts me on these things. I wasn’t even in the room. I was video conferencing from the phone screen of my dear aunt, who was grieving the loss of the big brother she called...
