When my father died, the Uber driver taking me from my hotel to my family was a woman in the same boat. She told me she was breaking her neck to earn enough in the next couple of days to claim her father’s remains from a funeral home. We chatted about our situations. I asked if she’d be offended if I gave her a donation to help. She was so fucking grateful. We could afford the expenses, so it was a real reminder of how barbaric the system is when you’re living on the edge monetarily. She didn’t even have time to grieve because she had to hustle / grind.