Imagine coming to work one day and 343 of your coworkers are suddenly dead. Months later you're still passing empty desks and no-longer-relevant nameplates. On your own desk is a white three-ringed binder containing scores of typed speeches -- eulogies that have been your responsibility to compile since the 343 went dead. "That's my eulogy book," Lynn Tierney says. "Keeps … [Read more...] about Lynn Tierney