Each month, I wrote a will, copied it onto stationery, and carried it with me.
After confronting a deeply personal, premature death, I began writing these wills—not to dwell on dying, but to affirm death and, through it, learn how to live today.
Even so, it was a difficult year.
The wills did not turn out as bright as I had first imagined.
Perhaps this book is a series of monthly essays, written in the form of a will.
Here, I have gathered the wills I wrote over the course of a year.
When my funeral is held someday, I hope this book will be placed there.