Sorry, have to update my previous post to a more contemporary standard...
...somewhere, a Bishop eco-terrorist is enjoying his last breakfast. He sips his latte, neatly nibbles a crossaint, and catches an early edition of "Oprah". As he casts his eyes around his smartly decorated dining nook situated just off the spacious stainless-steel applianced kitchen, a glimmer of sunlight slips through the handmade lace curtains he's spent hours making. Something in that beam of light told him that he would never see his partner again after today. Drawing a hand nervously across his silk shirt, he reaches for a sheet of lovely stationary (the kind with pink flowers to accent the lavender colored paper) and pens a farewell. Included is a will, bequeathing the many lovely designer skirts and blouses hanging in their spacious closet...