Right. Right, of course, naturally. And do you also wear solid gold socks and eat caviar for breakfast and—and have a butler to feed you in your diamond-encrusted mansion—that’s probably haunted, let’s be real, by a Countess who died mysteriously before she was to be married. She appears to you in a dream—solve the mystery of her death, set her free. You do, and share a ghostly kiss. Turns out, you find her descendant, who looks exactly like her. In a bookstore. But you don’t approach—why? You can’t, her husband is right there.

You have to let her go.

It’s bittersweet.