I must wish a happy birthday to one of my many fake dead husbands, today. Even though he was married to Ruth for 53 years, a girl can dream, can’t she? You know, there is probably some sort of psychological implication with the way in which I only fall madly in fangirl love with dudes who were married for 10000000 years to the same woman. Is it reliability? Trustworthiness? Eh, who cares? You’re beautiful, fake dead husband #3. Never change.