anon, glad to hear you made it through the day in such fine style.
OOHC - yes that is exactly my experience too - I never was truly married, I just believed I was - I lived alone next to a cardboard cut out with a gnome of a man behind the mask. He is and always was a con man.
I was there in his father's last days, his parents were surprisingly unemotional about their parting - like they couldn't care less about each other. and then came the resurrection, she lost a bit of weight, got a new wardrobe, went on group travel holidays, but it was more than all that - she opened up a bit, there was more of her, she was a lot happier as a widow than a wife.
I feel the same - his shadow is off my heart.