This is a pretty good movie. Yes, it’s a so called chick flick, and I really doubt you ought to watch it if you just lost someone you love, but for a Friday night, nothing on tv and not a chance in heck you’re going out viewing, it’s not too bad. The gist of the story is that the main character’s husband dies of a brain tumor and he set it up so he sends her letters for about a year after he is gone. One of the better characters is the goofy maybe-romance partner Harry Connick Jr. The funniest line of the movie involves him talking about a stereo box during the wake. But you have to REALLY be listening to hear it. I laughed so hard I snorted. Twice. And I don’t laugh out loud very much. I’m not sure it was supposed to be funny, but to me, it really was. I’m sure it will become one of those movies that plays repeatedly on cable.