I cried. At first, he just looked dead. Then I noticed they’d left his laugh lines in place, and he looked like himself. And then I cried some more. Bob came in, and we talked until I was laughing as much as I was crying…after a while, Bob said he had to go to a dental appointment.

“The two worst things…both on the same day,” he said. “How about I stay here and you go?”

I laughed. “You know, he was the kind of guy who would have given–a lot–to be able to sit up at this moment and say, ‘Bob, you stay here, and I’ll go.'”

You know, it’s more comfortable to sit in a room with a dead friend than it is to sit in a room full of live strangers.