RIP my mother-in-law

# A Eulogy for the Case That Went Cold They say the truth is out there, and I guess they were right. She finally found it—among the stars, riding shotgun in some silver-plated saucer headed for dimensions unknown. My mother-in-law, the woman who mastered the art of absence with the precision of a seasoned grifter working a mark. The aliens didn't abduct her so much as they recognized a kindred spirit: someone who'd been distant long before interstellar travel became fashionable. In the end, the little green men succeeded where family dinners failed—they finally made her present, at least in spirit. And frankly, they may have had an easier time communicating with her than we ever did. At least aliens presumably lack the capacity for disappointment.