I got a pretty good deal on my house, and that’s how it starts, right? The previous owner had died, so I became responsible for all the stuff in it (that’s how it REALLY starts). This is not that kind of story, though, but it is a little weird. While sorting through the stuff, I found an urn, complete with ashes. Maybe it is that kind of story? Anyway, I wanted to be respectful, but didn’t really know what to do with it. So, I put the urn on a shelf and decided to call her Margaret. Well, as I continued to sort through the remains of someone else’s life, I came across a death certificate. I bet you can guess the name: Margaret.
-Colleen D., as told to ts