After a night of catching up with the most recent episode of Lost, my wife and I were drifting off to sleep in our bed, that raft of marriage from which couples weather the storms and calm waters of life together.

"G'night, Kate," I said.

"What?" Dawn asked.

"I called you Kate.  I just wanted to see if I'm Jack or Sawyer."

"Oh."  A moment spun out in silence.  "G'night, Hurley."