My Brother Died, Part Two

Ex Number Two got in on the act

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As I said in a previous article, Mr. Google told me my brother had died. Finding out this way was actually very refreshing. When my father died four years ago, my mother threw a monster blow-out of a pity party. She conscripted no fewer than half a dozen flying monkeys— my pastor, the head of the women’s organization, an uncle, a cousin, neighbors— and begged me to “come home where I…