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When my grandmother died, we didn’t have a funeral. She wasn’t religious, and anyway, by then most of her friends were already gone.
Instead, we gathered for a memorial at a non-denominational church across the road from my parents’ house. It was a house they’d chosen four years earlier for its in-law apartment — and in spite of its ’70s-era indoor pool.
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