“Oh, great,” Howard moaned. “Another cheery death notice from our friendly cremation company.” He flicked the envelope.
“I think they’re grooming you.”
“This is the eighth notice in the last three weeks. It’s beginning to worry me. Do they know something about my health I don’t know but should know?”
“It’s a marketing tool. Everybody gets these,” Rachel said. “It’s like fishing; cast the bait into the water and hope for a hit.”
Howard tossed the envelope into the trash. “This fish is not biting.”