My husband passed away young due to his love for alcohol, and his drinking buddies came to visit and pay their respects. In his final days, he told me he didn't want a funeral, and that he would be happy if I could drink and smile with his friends. Following his wishes, I drank with them and we had a wonderful time reminiscing about him, but I ended up drinking too much. Then, I was sexually harassed by one of the erotic visitors, and as a frustrated widow, my body responded. Despite knowing it was inappropriate, right in front of my husband's grave...