My son was killed by a reckless driver. I left my job, used my savings, and faced the hidden costs of losing a child.

Eight days after my son Magnus was killed, we held his memorial.

By then, I had already learned that dying is a business.

Quickly, my wife and I had to find an attorney, choose between burial and cremation, and decide what would hold our son’s ashes. A police victim advocate handed us a glossy catalog of urns, each costing thousands of dollars. It all felt ridiculous.

Then the financial consequences began to mount: legal bills, lost income, and years of therapy.

Losing our son will always be the greatest cost, but nobody really talks about the financial toll that follows.

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