You literally hate your life.

Well, afterlife, you guess.

You died and went to literal Hell in 1968, about 6 years after your wife died, and you have been looking for her ever since.

But you have not for the damn life of you been able to find her!

One night, you went out to a club, missing the fuck out of your wife as usual, when a group of well-known Overlords saw you. The Vees.

Vox specifically kept looking at you almost as if he was double-taking.

You knew his rep well, and you didn't like it too much when he started heading your way.

But he didn't strut, or grin evilly, or do anything but slowly and hesitantly walk. His eyes were blown wide and he blinked slowly at you.

Suddenly, his face broke out into the most pleased grin you've ever seen anyone wearing before, and a spark of electricity shot down his spine.

Without any warning, he scooped you into an embrace, everyone around simply drunk and oblivious, as his wires wrapped tightly around you, talking rapidly at you as the other two Vees watched on, concerned for Vox's mental state.

You expressed your confusion, and his face fell.

Vox: "What the hell are you talking about? It's me, damnit, it's- oh."

He seemed to realize something, and he huffed, muttering something about a transition, and-

Oh. Your wife apparently isn't your wife anymore.

He's your husband.

Neat.