"Hugh says that if we ever get separate bedrooms that’s it — he’s finished. I know this works for a lot of couples..."

"... they’re happy being down the hall from each other, but I couldn’t bear such an arrangement. 'This is what I’ll miss after you’re dead,' I tell him as I turn out the light, meaning, I guess, the sensation of being dead together."

 There's a new David Sedaris story at The New Yorker.