“Good luck,” he says. “I still have trouble saying ‘my dead wife.’” “There have to be better options.” “Nothing else sounds much better,” he says. “My deceased wife?” “Too formal,” Phoebe says. “My late wife?” “Too old-fashioned.” “My first wife.” “Asshole.” “My departed spouse.” “Okay, now you just sound like you murdered her. You’re right. I see your problem.”
