My husband was paralyzed at 60. I waited on him until he died.

My husband, Julian Blackwood, was paralyzed when he was sixty. I nursed him, cleaning up his messes until he died. The moment he was gone, my stepsister showed up, clutching Julian's video will.

Their heads were practically glued together, eyes brimming with sickening affection:

"The biggest regret of my life was marrying your sister."

"She was a good wife, a loving mother, a free nanny, a baby-making machine, but never my lover."

"I love you. Your fierce brightness, your unrestrained spirit. Since I couldn't marry you in this life, let these assets be my compensation.