Back in 1990, a co-worker's husband died. A few months later, several of us put our heads together and come up with a list of social activities designed to get her back on her feet once she was ready. She gave us the green light, and we took her to see the newest movie release of her favorite TV star, Bill Cosby.
That's right. We took a woman who had recently been widowed to see Ghost Dad.
We didn't figure out what we had done until Cosby's Elliott Harper bit the bullet. It was about that time that several of us left the theater to get more popcorn.