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"After everybody else left the funeral home—after our closest friends and family had said their private good-byes to my mother—I stayed behind to use the restroom. As I squatted on the old toilet, I wept for the first time since my mother died. And then I shat. I wept and shat. And, yes, I am famously gifted as a weeper and a shitter."