Alfred Nobel was a dynamite manufacturer when his brother died and a newspaper mistakenly printed Alfred's obituary. The newspaper called him "Merchant of Death," and that changed Alfred's life. He founded the Nobel Peace Prize and years later, when he did die, he was recognized as the great humanitarian and visionary he had become. If our obituary was written today, what would it say about us? What is it that Spirit would do in us and through us that would lead us to who we are meant to be at that time when we slip from this realm into the next?