Final Exit? by Amy Friedman

When the doctor said “pancreatic cancer”, Roberta knew her time was nigh. Fortunately, she had already planned her funeral: the rabbi was chosen, the shivah luncheon planned, and money was in an account with her son for any expenses. She sighed, thinking longingly of the menu. Roast beef, turkey, crudités, lox, bagels, rugelach. A proper Jewish feast! Then there was that call from Louise. The ambulance had just arrived, so she let the answering machine take the message. Trust Louise to not bother calling until she was almost dead! Roberta would have some tart words for her when they reunited.