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So I get this piece of mail. And I don't like it. It is either the shape, the print or the fact that it's addressed to  MR and MRS (my name). The non-existent Missis Me would be pleased. But then I open the envelope -- and it's an ad for the final expenses package: the mausoleum, the will, the cemetery plot, the whole nine yards.

Awesome -- get a MRS Me and burial instructions in one mail. How fucking symbolic.

It's done

I'm going with Droid.

Verizon, here I come...