How much will it cost to die?
It was probably the most awkward question I had been asked before, and I did not have an answer.
He was a middle-aged gentleman, neatly dressed — very simple and unassuming. He blended like a lifeless statue in the waiting area. What sparked my notice of him was his accompanying robust file, crammed with familiar pink discharge slips from the ED. He was clearly what we call a “frequent flyer,” but …
