I feel like Mark Twain today.
When I looked through the local paper today, I checked out the obituaries as usual. This time I was startled to see my name, from my hometown. Whoa.
Wait, it was my maiden name, and I'm still here. It is a strange experience to see your own name in the obituaries when you live in a small town and know so many people. The strange thing was that I didn't know this woman whose married name was my maiden name.
It seems that reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.