In the third year of my marriage to Frank Thornton, his first love came back pregnant.

To make matters worse, I was in a car accident and died.

One day, his first love said she wanted to eat chocolate donuts I used to make.

That's when Frank Thornton remembered me and sent a message:

"Make some chocolate donuts and bring them over. Rita says she wants to eat them."

Oh, he still doesn't know I've already died.