JacquelineXiong's soup

Met an old man walking to the gas station at 4am, asked him how his night was going. He replied, "Shitty." "May I ask why?" I replied. He said "My wife died. And I'm out of cigarettes." All I could say was, "Oh man... I'm sorry." He then said, "Don't be. I'm not. She died peacefully in her sleep right next to me. And I know she had a good life, because I had a good life with her. I'm bummed because I have to wait a while before I get to see her again. And she smoked my last cigarette without telling me." I then proceeded to walk to the gas station with him, buy him a pack of cigarettes, and then share a smoke and conversation with him until we parted ways three blocks away. Rest easy, old man. I'm sure you will see her again.