TODAY, I ASKED MY PHONE “SIRI, WHY AM I STILL SINGLE?” AND IT ACTIVATED THE FRONT CAMERA. AS I GET OLDER, I REMEMBER ALL THE PEOPLE I LOST ALONG THE WAY. MAYBE MY BUDDING CAREER AS A TOUR GUIDE WAS NOT THE RIGHT CHOICE. WHEN MY UNCLE FRANK DIED, HE WANTED HIS CREMATIONS TO BE BURIED IN HIS FAVORITE BEER MUG. HIS LAST WISH WAS TO BE FRANK IN STEIN. MY ELDERLY RELATIVES LIKED TO TEASE ME AT WEDDINGS, SAYING, “YOU’LL BE NEXT!” THEY SOON STOPPED THOUGH, ONCE I STARTED DOING THE SAME TO THEM AT FUNERALS.