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I spent this morning on the living room couch looking at Cherise in her jar. She is my dear dead wife and her ashes sit on top of the white mantel over the fireplace. It went like this: autoerotic asphyxiation and the pool vacuum and a colorectal polyp and a prolapse and a bleeding out through the pool filter. I came home, summoned her, nothing, went out to the pool, it had turned pink and had grand red plumes blowing out the jets. She drowned. Officially.