Maybe she nagged.
Maybe she expected him to clean the toilets.
Maybe she was a bad cook.
Or maybe she didn't cook at all.
On the other hand, maybe she was his life.
Maybe he couldn't go on to the other side without her.
Maybe he knew she couldn't go on without him.
Maybe he just couldn't bear to leave her alone.
Any way about it, I'm wondering what sort of relationship this woman had with her husband resulting in this sort of divine intervention. Mr. Coimbra passed away at the age of 76 as a result of a heart attack he suffered while at a dance with his wife, age 67. The next day, while on the way to the funeral, the hearse containing Mr. Coimbra in the rear and his wife in the front seat, was struck by another vehicle causing the casket to fly forward and strike his wife in the head killing her.
The poor family. I wonder what they are all thinking now.
I know what I'm thinking. Don't ever ride in the front seat of a hearse.
