Kari Nye has left the building. She's off to France for a semester of berets, crepes and red wine. I'm happy for her; my semester abroad was the best experience I had in college. But I'm also melancholic because I won't be here when she gets back. To commemorate her going away, I suggested we go to the cemetery. I thought it would give us some perspective on loss. So we may not get to live in the same city again and bake cookies after a hard night's dancing, but at least we're not dead. Am I right?

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