Death Is Weird

An ad comes on for health insurance, or maybe it's for a new drug, and the characters in this cheerfully-lit, brightly colored world are raising money for their pickleball team. 

Pickleball is a game favored by older people for being competitive while still being not-too physically demanding, and my dad played it a lot in the last years of his life, so of course he comes to mind, and a wave of bewilderment passes over me.

I walk back to find Katie in the bathroom, washing her face. "It's weird that dad is dead," I say, and she nods.