He's quite a catch.  Recently widowed.  Owns his own home.  And a car.  Good job.  Kids almost out of the nest.  Late teens, early 20s.  And so it starts.  The vultures are circling.  Everybody who ever thought of finding a husband is busy trying out for the role.  They spruce themselves up and start in.  Some use the bold, frontal approach.  "God revealed to me in a dream that I am your next wife."  Can't fight God.  Except 4-5 gals will all use the same line.  Eventually he figures out that no matter how flattering this is, God is not the God of confusion.  Others are just continually available.  Drop over with a meal.  Offer to clean house.  Anything.  "Look at me, I'm good wife material" their actions say.  Still others will pay (yes pay) a pastor to visit him and tell them that she is the one.  God has made it clear to the pastor. Like God does not know how to talk directly to the widower himself.  The pressure is on.  Of course he does not have to choose anyone.  He can go right on being single for the first time in years.  But probably he will succumb sooner or later.  He's lonely.  The kids have lives of their own to live.  Soon they will all be gone.  Houses and cars and jobs don't cut it on those long nights alone.  So who will win the lottery?  We watch and wait and wonder.  Hope she is worthy.  Hope he doesn't fall into a trap that he spends the rest of his life regretting this move.  Bonne chance.  And may the best man (or woman in this case) win!