That's the responsible thing, anyway, what with overpopulation. The delivery man from around the corner knocks. Almost nobody ever has to get buzzed in, due to the magical forces that dictate apartment building traffic. I flip around for a minute, and then stop on Fox. Onscreen, Agents Mulder and Scully have just tried to exhume the body of a murdered Hassidic Jew, and are puzzled by the contents of the coffin.
Some people have songs.
I think of this as our episode, even though it's not the first episode of The X Files we watched together. And it's not at all reflective of our relationship. But it's so wonderfully sad. I almost cried the first time I saw it. I don't know if I would be able to erase the last remnants of the man I loved like that.