Rex, tell me, do you realize how lucky you are with your wife? According to you, the house is in order: the clothes are washed and ironed, the food is tasty and refined. Hence the question - how often do you say thank you to your wife?
Life after death is a strange thing. The sensations fade. There is no taste, no hearing, no touch, no smell. But how vision improves! Oh! Or rather, insight. The abandoned world appears to us clearly and clearly. Although, most of what we see is available to the living. If they take the trouble to take a closer look.
A week has passed since the day of my funeral, and the life of the inhabitant of Wisteria Lane has returned to its usual rut. Which for some meant a living nightmare.