Many years ago, my best friend Howard and I rented an apartment in Martha's Vineyard. When we got there and entered the place, it was empty of all furniture. Apparently there was a murder involved and we might have been homeless for the week. The realtor offered us a lovely home on the bay as compensation for our inconvenience. I sat on the porch of this beautiful house and listened to my favorite song over and over: Van Morrison and the Chieftains singing, "Oh, Shenandoah. Howard died twenty-five years ago. Every time I hear this song, tears form in my eyes. There is something about it ...
I must admit that I never particularly liked Ricky Gervais' brand of humor, but I do love his British comic/tragedy After Life on Netflix. Great characters, great dog. I think I'll leave videos for my family giving them advice after I'm dead, as his late wife does in the show. I'm sure they will appreciate it.