When a person dies, they go to a way station for a week, where they are told by patient "angels" in black that they have a week to decide on one memory from their lifetimes to bring with them to their…
My first day of SIFF usually falls on the second day, as I eschew the mobs of folks fighting over tiny cupcakes and the like that is offered at the Opening Night soiree. And usually, as was the case t…
