He didn't have to say anything. He sat on the couch and watched The Price is Right. For several years now he had been on disability.
"When I die," he said to me silently, I want you to take my ashes to my favorite lobster spot.
There you will find the biggest lobster you have ever seen.
He will look at you and you at him.
There you will scatter my ashes.
If you can, be happy for me.
Leave me there. And whenever you think of me, think of me as a person in the early morning looking for lobsters.
His ghost had spoken to me, but the real him still existed, at least for a little bit longer. "Do you want me to make you some spaghetti?" he asked.
It was 10:30 in the morning.
I smiled. "Okay. Sounds good."