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Hello, I am the strikingly well-dressed obituary writer of this secluded town of Crestfall, Idaho, and this is Death by Dying.

Thank you. I will admit, I wasn't going to write about the death of Lillian Parker.

I was far more taken by the death of Robert Jameson.

He had died of dysentery, which is essentially the equivalent of being diarrhea to death. I found this mildly amusing. It made a great premise for a story, I mean an

obituary. But that night I was greeted with something far more intriguing than lethal bowels.

It was the night I met Charlotte.

Death is exhausting.

To be sure, being an obituary writer is no picnic on a sunny Sunday afternoon at the beach with your beautiful wife and three kids.

It's not a picnic so much as a potluck with a bunch of strangers whose grandmother just

died.

And so, after a long day of funeral

attending, I had retired to my apartment to get some shut-eye. Returning to my apartment is like

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