This is either the most romantic thing I’ve read all year, or the most depressing–actually, it’s both (“Love letter that sealed a death pact,” by Graham Tearse, Guardian):
An open letter of love and despair written by renowned French philosopher André Gorz to his British-born wife, Doreen, has become an overnight bestseller in France after the couple were found dead in their home east of Paris.
Here’s where you’ll need the hankie:
‘Sometimes, at night, I see the silhouette of a man walking behind a hearse along an empty road in a deserted landscape,’ wrote Gorz. ‘I am that man. I don’t want to attend your cremation, I don’t want to receive your ashes in a bowl.’