
Except the back of the Style section -- the wedding announcements.
I used to savor them, too. Maybe more than butter cream. They’re kind of like obituaries in reverse. I even thought about working them into an art project. Until their cheerfulness felt like false optimism, like icing without the butter, and I found myself composing obits on the marriages.
And that’s not how I want to spend my remaining precious breaths. Unless for my next project, there’s something there…