Cursed Me to Die Early: Why Were You Crazy When I Died?

On the seventh day after my diagnosis of end-stage kidney disease, I picked out a grave plot.

Just as I signed the purchase contract, my husband appeared – with his soulmate Claire and her dog in tow.

“Claire is all alone, and that dog’s the only family she’s got left. The vet says it only has three months to live – do you really have to fight her for this burial spot?

“Amy, you better make sure you die before her dog does!”

Well, I did exactly that. I left before the dog. And when I did, he lost his mind.