It's a beautiful morning. Sable strolls contentedly through the park. There are still bits of black in her steely-gray hair, and she's enjoying the sunrise as she walks to her favorite coffee shop for a pastry.

She reaches the far side of the park, waits for the light, and starts crossing the street.

And then a truck runs the light. Wow, is she really going to outlive her wives by nearly a decade only to get hit by a tru—