Trust me, I didn’t drag myself around the world without some serious help.
This book was darkness on the face of the deep. It was given form in the void by mother-agent Anna Sproul-Latimer and father-editor Tom Mayer. “Let there be book!” they said. And there was book.
All the other incredible folk on Team Caitlin at W. W. Norton, with special thanks to Steve Colca, Erin Sinesky Lovett, Sarah Bolling, Allegra Huston, Elizabeth Kerr, and Mary Kate Skehan.
The savage eyes who ripped apart early drafts of this book: Will C. White, Louise Hung, David Forrest, Mara Zehler, Will Slocombe, and Alex Frankel.
Paul Koudounaris . . . just for being you.
Sarah Chavez, for being my right-hand woman in all things and trusting me with your story.
My poor funeral director Amber Carvaly, left to raise the funeral home by herself while I was an absentee owner.
Bianca Daalder-van Iersel and Conner Habib, for tossing me over the finish line kicking and screaming.
On my travels: all the inspiring members of the Crestone End of Life Project in Colorado, Agus Lamba and Katie Innamorato in Indonesia, Claudia Tapia and Mayra Cisneros in Mexico, Eriko Takeuchi and Ayako Sato in Japan, Katrina Spade and Cheryl Johnston in North Carolina, Jordi Nadal in Spain, and Andres Bedoya in Bolivia.
Finally Landis Blair, who was an all-right boyfriend but is now a killer collaborator.