I may have to read the story because there is no rhyme or reason to this. An elderly woman lives in a house full of clocks and other artifacts. She has been alone pretty much all her life and her experiences with death have been highly traumatic, especially when her one lover was taken. So she has made up her mind to never let death take her. One day an entourage from the funeral parlor come with a big wicker basket. She sits with death. They take her body, but her spirit is left behind. That spirit goes to the funeral home while she is being autopsied and demands her body back. I'm not sure what Bradbury envisioned for her. Is she a ghost or is she corporeal. One thing for sure is that she is in a state of suspended existence and seems to control this. Of course, one needs to look at the quality of life for her. She has made her life one of combat and sustaining her being. One of the strangest things I've ever seen.
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