Pounding on the door. Joe opens it. Pamela stands there, tears streaming down her face.
“WHY DID YOU SEND THIS?” she screams, waving a piece of paper. “Don’t you realize how much this hurts?”
Joe reads the note. “Hi honey, hope you’re doing well. Everything’s going great here. Hope to see you soon. Love, Mitch”
“When did you get this e-mail?” Joe asks.
“An hour ago,” Pamela sobbed. “How could you do this, Joe? You know how much I loved him!”
“No one alive could’ve sent it,” said Joe. “Mitch’s account was closed three months ago, right after the funeral.”