4pm the health department on a weekday the little window with a lady behind it sorta smiling but really all she does all day is see the names of dead people

My dad needed a copy of my mom’s death certificate ASAP for a real estate transaction, and we had both lost the ones we had after she passed away. I think I threw mine in some box or creased it sharply and stuck it in a book. I didn’t want to touch it or see it at all. It was a reminder of truth. In black type. They not only hold the names and dates and…