Our mother was called to claim her husband’s bodiless head. She picked out a handsome stone of speckled gray Vermont granite for the resting place of what was left of her late husband. “Lost in Willipaq,” read the stone. Willipaq was the name of the small Maine town where David, our father, died. There was a mix up and our father’s body had been cremated by mistake. They still had the head however, neatly tagged and in a box.

—Klein, the Clone from Lost in Willipaq