Hammer
That's not a reflection on you. That's on the pants. What I meant was, if we had a nice bungalow and I came home from work, and you were standing by the gate—no—you came home from work, and I was standing by the gate—that's more like it—and we came down the path, and we went inside, and the shades were drawn, and the lights were low, and, then—are you sure your husband's dead?