Every night as a young girl, I would help my grandfather finish dressing in his nicest, cleanest suit. He would stand in his black gold-toed socks on the bedroom rug, his twill trousers hanging slack as he threaded cufflinks through the buttonholes of his shining white shirt. His tie knot was always a double Windsor, … Continue reading Now Dress Me in my Finest Suit and Lay Me in My Casket by M. Bennardo