Me (lying in bed reading)
He reaches over and grabs me, shaking convulsively.
Me: Sweetie...what's wrong?
Him: (almost crying) My husband was lost at sea and I'm very sad.
Me: patting his shoulder "Honey, you don't have a husband. You're married to me, and
I'm right here."
Him: (slightly waking) It was a story that an old Jewish woman told me.
Me: Go back to sleep.
Him: (12 hours later) I just finished reading The Perfect Storm. I don't remember the old Jewish woman.