The other day, a student of mine showed up at break time. She had come to retrieve a key that she had left behind. She stayed for a few minutes to chat. Well, actually, she doesn't really chat so much as she just talks constantly. This is okay because she is charming. I don't remember how we ended up on the topic of our final wishes, but she said, "When I die I'm going to be cremated, and I want my sister to put my ashes right in front of the tv." Amused by this idea, I asked what shows she would like to have on the television. She looked at me as if I had just asked the stupidest question possible, and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm dead. I can't be picky." True enough.