I worry about that now, a lot. I'm not far into my 30s, and I never thought I'd reach 25, but I'm terrified of the pain that'd come if my husband died. He's such a big baby, if I passed he'd have such a terrible time and hed be so sad and lost. But if he passed, could I stick around long enough to see the packages he (always) has coming, knowing some of them are sweet gifts to me? Damn onions indeed.