I started reading this a few days ago as a loan from the lib: What A Way To Go by Bella Mackie 📚
Very fun and just my kind of humor:
I rolled my eyes, closed the window and went back to bed. As I fell asleep, I remembered to practise gratitude. I was immensely grateful that despite the gruesome way my husband died, he’d done it with his clothes on, and not, like Jane Borrall’s husband, naked but for a latex trench coat.