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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“I’m sorry for your loss. Though the coroner’s report said your father departed on June 29th, July 1 (2005) will be the official date of death because that’s when he was found,” the funeral director started. We nodded. He continued ungracefully, unbefitting of someone whose livelihood was made from the act of helping people bury their dead. He lifted a huge Ziploc bag with some change and a few dollars. “This was found on him, when we took him,” as he passed the bag to us. We looked at this bag wondering what we were supposed to do with it.</p>
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