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My husband is dead.

I was at his funeral. I saw them lower his coffin two meters underground. (Okay, it could have been a meter and a half, but it still seems like enough.) Then there was a feast of miniature sandwiches, stuffed eggs, and little rolls of tender beef that cost more than my first Coke.

I mean, Grant is no longer among the living. He's gone and so are his many dark secrets that I never asked him about. He's never coming back.

Then why do I see his face everywhere?