“Took Moz (88 years, 10 months) to the dentist this afternoon, and ohmygawd – it was like going to a comedy club! We’re filling out all the forms in the waiting area, and Moz has to put her signature on another one. ‘Again?!’ she asks, exasperated. ‘Behave yourself,’ I tell her, laughing, and she says, ‘Don’t make me laugh – I’m trying to sign this thing.’ She finishes signing the paper and hands it back to me. ‘You know,’ she says, ‘I’ll get all these papers signed, and then next week I’ll die.’…”