"Good morning, Darling."

"Daphne, my love!"

Daphne sighed at the sight of her husband.

"Oh, Frasier, I missed you so!"

"And I missed you and our child. How wonderful that you're bringing a new life into this world! That explains your enormous figure."

"Do you like it?" She beamed, placing her hand on her stomach.

Frasier thought for a minute. "Not exactly."

Daphne's mouth fell open. "What?"

He took in his wife's appearance and shook his head in disbelief. "Well..."

Anger rose inside of her. "Are you saying that you don't find me attractive?"

He hesitated much... much too long before answering. "Frankly Daphne... No. I don't!"

"But how can you say that? I'm carrying our child!" Daphne protested.

"I realize that, my love... But you were so much prettier when you were thin!"

She continued to stare at him, unable to believe what she was hearing.

"That's a terrible thing to say to the woman you vowed to love for the rest of your life!"

"And I agree, but when we made those vows, I was more than happy to show you off to everyone! Now all I want to do is show you the door! But now that I look at you, I can't help but wonder if you can even fit through the door!"

She gasped in horror at his words. "Why are you saying these cruel things to me? Of course I can fit through the door! I'm not that-."

Suddenly, she began to grow... and grow... and grow...

"Bloody hell..." she mumbled. "The nerve of you sayin' that I can't fit through the door! Of course I can-."

She made her way to the door, forcing herself through, but it was no use. Her body continued to grow and grow until the feat proved impossible.

"Face it Daphne... You're huge!"

She turned to her now-estranged husband and scoffed.

"You're so different from your brother! Niles would never-."

"Niles is dead!" Frasier replied. "And I should know because..."

Daphne watched in confusion as Frasier went to the cupboard and pulled out a canister bearing his brother's name.

"... I killed him."

She nodded sadly. "That's right. And to think that he loved me for six years but never said a word!"

"And he'll never say another word ever again." Frasier finished.

"If only I had told him that I loved him too." Daphne said. "He was always so sweet... smellin me hair or noticin' me perfume or outfit."

"Ah, but you didn't." Frasier pointed out. "And now you're married to me."

He picked up the canister and unscrewed the top.

With one forceful shake, the ashes of the man she loved floated out the door, carried away by the wind.