A very good friend of the family passed away last Saturday. His name was Richard but everyone called him Dick. He lived a long and interesting life, was generous and thoughtful, and will be missed by many.
After he was cremated, I pondered how someone could be here one minute and gone the next. And then this thought popped into my head - "All we are left with is Dick in a box".
Wrong on a few levels, especially if you have seen this: