The obituary stares back at me from the New York Times website.
Anthony Thomas Marvin, 30, of Manhattan, died Tuesday from complications related to a gunshot wound. Beloved son of Thomas Marvin, heir to Marvin Industries, Mr. Marvin was known for his business acumen and dedication to family legacy. He is survived by his father. A private memorial service will be held. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Marvin Foundation.
Forty-eight hours since my death, and I'm reading my own eulogy.
The surreal horror of it hasn't faded. If anything, it's gotten sharper. I'm trapped in my grandmother's brownstone like a prisoner, watching the world react to my death through screens and reports. I can't go outside. Can't be seen near windows. Can't exist.
"Another flower arrangement arrived," Katherine says from the doorway. "From the Ramirez family - ironic given they don't exist anymore. Thomas thinks it's someone's idea of a joke."
