One night during a discussion in class at church, I mentioned that my sister had been sick for a long time.
At break, this nice, nice woman, Colleen, asked me "So how is your sister now?"
I took a deep breath.
"Oh, Colleen," I said. "She is dead."
Colleen looked moderately concerned. Ok, really concerned.
"It's ok," I said. Something inside me cracked. I started to smile, then laugh.
"She would think this conversation is completely hilarious. She'd LOVE it."
And she would have. I can hear her saying "Whaddya gonna do? Whaddya gonna do?"