Joel Mynor and Paul in “Man On The Street”

She never got to see this house. So, every year on this date I pretend she does. I get to see that look on her face, and I get to show her our extraordinary home.

And then you sleep with her.

Well, it is a fantasy.

I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Mynor. But it doesn't make you anything other than a predator.

Well, I'm sure I'm in serious need of some moral spankitude, but guess who's not qualified to be my Rabbi?