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deserve to be commemorated in any way.

I watch in silence as they place her casket

on a conveyor belt in front of the furnace.

When she’s in, they close the door.

"You should lock it." Both men look

at me with eyes as wide as saucers. "Just

in case." I shrug. And then they press a

button and the furnace roars to life. I

have to bite back a smile that threatens to

break free. I like to think Billy just got

up, realizing she’s in a box. I imagine