The Last Goodbye

Synopsis

The day I decided to donate my body, I called my brother Shawn Wells — someone I hadn't spoken to in seven years. He took a long time to answer. As soon as he picked up, I got straight to the point. Then I added, cautiously, "It's just a signature. Won't take much of your time." He muttered, "You're insane," and hung up. So I had no choice. I packed up the paperwork and traveled all the way to the city where he lived. Unfortunately, I showed up during his busiest time. He signed the form without hesitation, without even glancing at me. The only thing he said, irritated, was, "Add this: when you actually die, don't bother telling me." I nodded. "Okay."