In the alternate universe we've been visiting, José is married to Kate and he's still at the bar drinking his troubles away.
"I'm a three-time widower myself," the bartender tells him.
"Three?" José slurs, looking up bleary-eyed from his drink.
"Yeah," the bartender continues. "My first two wives died from eating poison mushrooms. My third, she died from a fractured skull."
"That's awful," José winced. "How did she fracture her skull?"
With a filthy rag, the bartender wipes a dirty spot on the bar.
"She wouldn't eat the mushrooms," he says.