One of those moments
Yesterday, I had to mail documents regarding a pension my father had through his company. This batch of paperwork required a copy of my mother's death certificate, which I'd included. At the last minute, I was instructed to add one of my father's death certificates as well. His are in an envelope, in a box, in the trunk of my car; so, I drove up to the curb-side mail depository at the post office, stepped quickly out of the car, unsealed the package, took one of dad's death certificates from the trunk and clipped it right on top of mom's. And there they were - together again symbolized by two, ornately textured, multi-colored, official, state-sanctioned documents. Then someone honked at me, I was blocking their access to the mail box. I put Mom and Dad in the box and got the hell out of there.