Can you even fathom what depths of depraved humor it takes to plan your own wake-cum-roast, and then invite the entire world to it?
Jay Lake has done precisely that. His cancer has given him the two-minute warning to end all warnings. Many would sit in a corner and cry. Most would stare blankly at walls. But Jay keeps fighting, knowing the end is in sight and working to stave it off, and he planned a gift for the thousands and thousands whose lives he’s enriched: A party. A chance to say goodbye before the ears you want to hear the words go deaf. He called it JayWake.
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