But Will, she’s been dead for two years, and that’s the shit I remember, wonderful stuff, you know? Little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about - that’s what made her my wife. Oh, she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not. Ah, that’s the good stuff.