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As I said goodbye to my brother at his funeral, I thought of his wife, two children and three grandchildren. I thought about the life insurance he never purchased, and the borderline poverty in which he lived his life. I thought of the countless other decisions that brought him to this point in time, reduced to a pile of ashes in a repurposed household vase.
And I thought of the final lines in Mike's favorite song.
Oh, and the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows I can't change
Lord help me I can't change
Oh no, I can't change
He never did.