Pop culture is really kicking my ass right now. My friend Paul and I recently saw “Victoria and Abdul,” which while I knew was about an elderly Queen Victoria, I did *not* know that a large portion of the end of the movie takes place at the dying Victoria’s bedside.
Then there was “The Meyerowitz Stories” on Netflix, where Dustin Hoffman’s character spends a chunk of the movie in a medically-induced coma, and the family speaks to grief counselors about what to say to their ostensibly dying father.
And next week, I’m attending a production of “Our Town” in Stoughton. Remember Emily and the graveyard? Yeah.
What’s up with all this, universe?