Oh Becky, you and David and your clique of necromancers and your sordid passion with the macabre. I see that you’ve put death back on your “I must do list.” You just can’t wait for people to die; first you wanted to give death as a ‘Christmas gift; now it’s on the table in time for Valentines. Now isn’t that just fine and dandy! Lady, you are just… we’ll lets’ say not sweet; you’re one sordid witch, but then you do consort with the famous Pedophile Protector, the icon of Anti-Gay movement: that poisonous penal pope … who is hell bent for leather to destroy the very essence of the human creature. – You and the Pope should make plans to wed. You would become the icons of a virgin marriage; a ghastly modern day version; Phallus and Vagina: the mating that never was. – Nurse Becky even though you and dr. David were cuddling and cooing in the ER writing prescriptions mandating murder hubby bubby will forgive you, just step into the closet, closet; isn’t that where the…. Hmm?