She ended the email with "Nothing else is

It wasn't that her husband was not important. It was that, in comparison, he was a spec of dust in the eye of a thriving, working artist. She signed: the deed was done.

But her husband had been writing a novel this whole time, which Simon and Schuster LOVED. They saw a series. Soon the "Choose Your Own Adventures" took off and he became fabulously

indecisive. The inventor of "Choose Your Own Adventures" didn't know whether to put the left or right sock on first anymore. His wife bought him a kg of melange off Ebay, but that

only confused him further. He rued the day the "Choose Your Own Adventure" notion had popped into his noggin. He was rich, yes - but miserable. He eventually succumbed to catatonia

& lived in his own little world. Of course, everyone else still knew him as Billy Joel.

He hadn't been called that for the longest time. Don't ask me why, but he spent all his time looking for an uptown girl. "It's a matter of trust," he said.

"How can I trust a talking grizzly bear," she asked. "Listen," he said, "just ignore the fact I'm a grizzly bear for a second. We have a connection. It's not every day that you

get to love again. I too have had my heart broken on many a morn. Trust me, I empathize." She stepped back and quipped, "Oh, Mr. Grizzly, it seems our connection is breaking up."

Twasn't Grizzly's heart was broken but his skull. Mending from many a playful grizzly gash, a monkey finally did him in. Her relations included 2 Prez, a patriot & a bear of a man.