is his funeral.”
“He died with $6.2 million in debt,” my younger son, Lucas, cut in. “We don’t have time to attend a poor man’s funeral. Especially one who left nothing but liabilities.”
I waited for the punchline. It never came.
Robert had run a mid-sized logistics company. In recent years, rumors of financial trouble had followed him home like shadows. Lawsuits. Loans. Restructuring. He rarely spoke about it, and when he did, it was always calm, controlled.
“Everything’s handled,” he used to say.
Now he was dead from
