............................................in my opinion, anyway.
We've seen quite a few who manage to find themselves a new woman within a couple of weeks of the demise of their previous, luckless, Covid-infected wife. Actually, these men seem to be compelled to find themselves a new wife, don't they? Looks like they need a woman around to cook Christmas dinner, or Thanksgiving dinner, or to do the washing, or the dishes, or mow the lawn, or (cough) provide bedroom services.
How can they? If my husband died I couldn't imagine getting a new one so quickly, if at all. Some of these men have been married for many years, and post interminably about how wonderful their sick wives are, and that they'll miss them dreadfully if those pesky doctors at the hospital refuse to use Ivermectin/HCQ/Vitamins to make them better.
Fast forward to the Dead Cat Bounce (HURRAH!) and then the "Announcement" that so-and-so is now with Jesus (HURRAH AGAIN!) and that if anyone wants to donate to the GoFuckMe (I DON'T) please give all your money immediately (I WON'T).
Humph. A little further down the line (i.e. a couple of weeks) they shyly announce that the Holy Spirit has found them a new wife! (HURRAH!)