Going after the recently widowed is too ridiculous, knock your head against the wall. No, the brick one, ya, right there to your left. Couple more, yes, keep going, ok.
Luckily for me, I don’t even know this family, I’m funeral crashing today. Big crowd, nicely dressed, ya, I’m stopping.
Look! Cute guy, black suit, a little bit smiling because he isn’t too close to the family, standing there, all sexy. Cuff links? Oh, yes, do it up.
Me: oh, I’m so sorry for your loss.
Black Suit: thank you, really, but this old hag meant nothing to me, she’s a friend of a friend’s great aunt.
Me: wow, that’s pretty chilly, want to steal some purses and wallets then? We could make a fortune.
S and S leaves without finding out if BS is willing to rip off the grieving.