Sure, I have something else I’d like to talk about too, but yes, the book is called A Long Day at the End of the World, and it’s a personal narrative about the Tri-State Crematory Incident. It’s a very gothic Southern story. In 2002, it was discovered that a crematory operator in rural North Georgia had failed to cremate hundreds of bodies over a five year period. He’d sent the families fake cremains, composed primarily of concrete dust, to cover his crime, and he’d left the rotting corpses strewn all over the crematory grounds. Most of the bodies he’d dumped into eight mass burial pits, which were then covered with trash and, in one instance, an old pool table. As it turns out, my father’s body was one of the first bodies abandoned at the site, in 1997.