Yes and yes; it was indeed. I’d post more praise but the dust in the room (that must be what it is) is making it difficult to see properly just now.
Awwwww … 
what a sweet coincidence.
She did you a solid BTW. Our stuff was a mess after the Other Shoe died. Most of it was untangled without much fuss, but because he’d set up the electric account & gone paperless - and I couldn’t get into his email - I had to find out our electricity provider so I could pay the next bill byyyyyy … waiting for the “no srsly ppl we’re gonna shut off your lights” notice in the mail.
People say jaw-dropping shit, as you’ve learned with the CSRs. My personal best was the bank teller who - upon learning I was there to close my recently deceased husband’s credit card, as I slid over his death certificate - commenced typing up and absentmindedly asked, “So how was your Christmas? Didja have a nice New Year?”
He was on autopilot and I opted not to make a public fuss, but it still stopped my heart for a moment.
I joined a Young Widows’ Support Group (now there’s a club nobody wanted to join) and one of the other ladies - upon venturing outside for the 1st time for cat food & toilet paper - encountered one of those “Smile!! You should smile, lady, whatssamatta with you?!?” assholes. He was ringing up her purchases & actually left. his. register. to chase after her some more. “Seriously, you really should smile!! Your whole day will be brighter!!” She was absolutely obliterated by the ordeal.
I’m so very, very sorry for your loss.
I’da dropped the bomb on him. “My spouse died the other day; got any more advice, dickhead?” just to watch the expression on his face.
After leaving the hospital when DW died, I was pretty much running on numb auto-pilot. I needed to put gas in the car and at the next pump over was a young couple with ‘just married’ stuff written all over their car being kissy face. I wanted to say, “Hold onto each other; you never know how long you’ll have,” but I held my peace. I didn’t want to cast a pall on their special day and they would not have understood anyway.
Very sorry, running coach. I can’t even imagine if my wife were to die. 
I’m a little shocked he was able to leave his register after she throat punched him, then I realized she must be a saint.
I tried to be pretty patient with people while I was grieving because most are just at a loss, but that would have sent me over the edge.
May running coach never encounter anyone quite so clueless.
Like everybody else, running coach, I’m so sorry. Whatever you can think of that we can do, just say it!
And I’m sorry these days are difficult. But you only have to get through each one of them once. I hope it works well for you, whatever that may mean.
I’m so sorry.
So sorry for your loss.
So sorry to hear about your loss, running coach. You have my sincerest sympathy.
I am so very sorry for your loss, running coach.
“I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.”
-Leo Buscaglia
My condolences to you and your family, running coach.
Condolences don’t cover it. I am sorry for the loss and the necessary adjustment to a new lifestyle without the partner you love. We are here for you. Hugs.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
I’m so sorry for your loss. You have honored her by sharing your story.
I am sorry for your loss. Add my name to the many, many others who are holding you in their thoughts.
Sorry to hear about this, running coach. I hope you’re doing okay.
I’m so very, very sorry. I’m glad you enjoyed a happy life together. Love really does make all the difference.
May your heart find peace.
How are you doing today, friend?