I found the form giving me durable power of attorney for my father’s health care. He died eleven and a half years ago. I should throw the form out, or, in keeping with my husband’s data-theft paranoia, shred it, burn it, and place the sodden ashes in trash receptacles at least a hundred feet apart from each other. Instead, I put it back in the filing cabinet, where I put everything I don’t want to deal with, even when dealing is no longer necessary.
Besides, one day I might use my magic power to bring my father back from the dead