I love my husband.

Last night, as I lay sick as a dog in bed, he went out and rented me the first season of Six Feet Under. I have never watched this series but my hubby knows of my love affair with Dexter...I mean...Michael, so he thought I might enjoy it. I am so glad that he did.

I knew the show was about a family mortuary business but I had no idea that it also carried such relevant gay content. I was thrilled to see characters that were more than just charactatures of the gay experience.

One episode dealt with a gay couple doing nothing but minding their own business when a couple of assholes roll up and decide to teach the "fags" a lesson.....with a metal pipe. One of the gay characters died.

While I watched this, heart hurting, my husband broke into tears. Full on crying. I asked if he was alright. He replied "It's just so senseless! I can not comprehend that kind of cruelty!"

And that is (one of the many reasons) why I love my husband.