I haven’t decided whether a choice of business location was an ironic accident or a stroke of marketing genius. While traveling through an Indiana city, I frequently pass a facility for a hospice and can’t help but notice the tenant sharing its building: a life insurance agent.

 I can just envision the agent waving relatives over and saying, “Yes, it’s sad about Auntie Nelda. But you know, her nieces and nephews won’t have to worry, because she planned carefully for their financial future. What about you?”

I’m surprised a fire-and-brimstone preacher hasn’t snatched up the other space in the building.