Dreams. I Have Them.

How great would it have been if instead of coming back to find Mary rail-thin and guant in her grief, she's ballooned up to 300 lbs, refusing to budge all day while sucking chicken wings off the bone like a machine?

"Mary, please, why don't you-"
"My husband's dead." (thwoop!)
"But mayb-"
"My husband's dead." (thwoop!)
"I just-"
"My husband's dead." (thwoop! spits bone off Anna's forehead)

"Did someone order Dominos? I thought I heard someone ordering Dominos. Anyone want some Dominos?"