Hold up on the wake, folks.
When you die your your identity ceases to exist, in more than the obvious ways. The fact of your death becomes a matter of public notice. Your social security number is no longer a not really so closely held secret to be hidden from all but those who would extend you credit. Your name no longer belongs to anyone, it’s published in the newspaper, no matter if anyone cares enough about you to have a service, or even pay to have an obituary written. In short, you are immediately outed as a non-person.
No matter if your remains end up in a great marble tomb in one of the better cemeteries, or in an unmarked hole surrounded by the bones of hobos, your name ends up on a list that anyone can see. There really is no way to hide this. It’s all very democratic.
If you don’t make the list, you are not dead.
I’m not on the list. Neither is my mother.
It’s a great day to be alive.