At the cemetery office, less than two weeks after DH's burial, I'd come to fork over the setting fee for his monument installation.
The office manager, about the most unpleasant old mare ever conceived takes one look at my stricken, tearful face and chirped brightly: "don't you worry, you are still young and you'll get married again."
Me: (thinking, step off, beeyotch, and WTF??) "I am not even thinking of that."
Her: "Well, I lost my first husband at around your age, and I got remarried, so trust me that you will, too.
Me: "Are we finished here? Because I'm going to go visit my husband's grave."
My sweet husband was resting eternally about 40 yards to the left of me outside her office window. That scrunched-faced woman was lucky I didn't throttle her in a fit of fury!
Baylee