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LAST MAN STANDING
Or
“How I Spent My Spring Break,” by Erger Sarazen
DAY ONE: Monday.
“He’s in a tiny coffin?”
“No,” Dad replies. “That’s just a box. His urn is inside.”
I cast a skeptical look at the box: your average, square, nondescript packing box.
“You sure he wasn’t like a mini vampire?”
“Don’t be insulting,” Dad says.
He loads our luggage into the van: your average, square, nondescript company van. I was hoping for one of those tricked-out conversion vans. You know, the ones with the leather seats, flat screens and lounge vibe. No such luck here, as I sourly concede that we’re not rappers.
“Where’s he gonna sit?” I ask.
Dad slants an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, the guy paid for all this. He should at least have scenery, don’tcha think?”
“This isn’t a vacation
