It is a somber day. You sit in a small room, around a table with your best friend's family. The executor arrives and goes over the last will and testament of the man who was like a brother to you for your entire life. The weight of his absence is heavy on your heart, but you face his final wishes with a smile, for his humor shown through his will, the last living trace of his life, the ability to leave smiles wherever he went.

Finally, the Will begins to draw to a close. The executor turns and addresses you and Julia.

"I know that when you met, you had feelings for Julia, but she chose me. and you were tolerant of it, simply telling me you were happy for both of us. You never held it against either of us, and I'll be forever grateful. So here's the deal, bud. I'd like for you and Julia to take care of each other. I'm sure you guys might have to dig to find those old affections again, but there's no one I trust more to take good care of her, and you guys shouldn't be alone."