HEY

Lunar fingernails and Eliot Ness has a pun for a wife. Saved by a man that only looks like Walter Matthau and donuts named after elegant British tea services. Funeral suits with bullet holes and New York City becomes a woodwind instrument. Pat Sajak answers in Spanish and lessons on how to spell the wind. All of this, and anything beyond it, dedicated now and for good to the eternal memory of the gentle Faye Hunter.