I would rather live my life as if there is a God
And die to find out there isn’t,
Than to live my life as if there isn’t,
And die to find out there is.
—Albert Camus
Knowing Marjorie, she’s far too preoccupied with her own troubles to see the little girl has troubles too. It’s only been three weeks since I died, “abandoning” Marj in Wisconsin’s Last Wilderness, as our tiny town of Winegar is so aptly called, and now all she thinks about is returning to civilization. Living without me, my dear wife is beginning to realize, will take friends, courage, and money, and Marjorie Thane is lacking in all three.
