The newspaper spelled your name wrong in your death notice. They wrote Maya Tulley. I know it’s not really that big of a deal, but it still hurts. It’s your name. One of the only things you will ever have. And they couldn’t even spell it right. And yet again, there’s nothing I can do. Sure, I could call and complain, but all they would do is apologize and put in a correction notice next week. The papers are already printed and sold. With your name in them wrong.