‘Magda couldn’t find a marriage certificate to show the lawyer.’ ‘Yeah. They’d never discussed what Pa wanted …for his funeral and stuff. Or who should get what. Gran wanted to be better prepared,’ I said. Luke pointed to the screen. ‘She definitely visited this finalthoughts site. I can tell from this history on the computer. And left her own message for after her death. But maybe she didn’t expect it to be read so quickly?’ ‘Where’s the message?’ I peered at finalthoughts.com on the screen. ‘I’ve logged in and sent the command to get it,’ said Luke, excitedly. ‘This site stores e-mail messages on-line so they can be sent to family and friends after each writer has died. You have to choose a Guardian Angel to e-mail finalthoughts after you die. For your gran, that’s me. I agreed to do it.’ ‘Unreal name. I’ve had enough real death this week,’ I couldn’t explain to Luke about funeral-overload while he was so pumped about cyber-death sites. Sometimes he looked a real nerd and I was glad he wasn’t my boyfriend.
