The “fun” 
tonight was that the only “stuck” order (meaning someone called in something and never picks it up … we cook food that sits around & then has to be thrown away at the end of the night) anyway the customer’s name was the same as my late husband’s.
So just before close I got to hear my manager and my other coworker - totally innocently - calling out, “Yanno, I don’t think {name} is coming back tonight!” “Who?” “{ Name }!” “Oh, yeah, no, { name } ain’t showin’ up tonight!” and that … uh, sucked.
Doesn’t that sting a bit?
(Wrong end, I suppose.)