He turned. "Oh," he said, "I don't if you know my friend Carole Archer."
I met Carole in the early 1980s. She was a photographer who became a friend. "I do. But she's -"
"Dead!" Carole finished my sentence with me, sounding delighted and amused, in a "Can you believe how crazy that is!" tone.
I think I'm still having a hard time believing the dead stay dead.
A photo of Carole's that hangs in my living room