I'm at work, a fast food restaurant, mopping the floor of the main lobby where smoking is allowed. I look over into the second seating area for non-smokers and see my recently deceased great-grandmother, who was a chain smoker in life, sitting in a booth. She doesn't say anything. She just smiles while being engulfed in a bright, white light, then vanishes. I know she forgives me for not mourning her passing more than I did, which wasn't much.
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