�I�m getting someone in the crowd who�s name starts with a B, no a D.� the man said. �My name starts with a D!� people started shouting. �Pick me!� �Diane, or Dinah?� the man said. �That�s me!� a woman said, running down to the front. �Yes, you lost someone didn�t you?� the man asked. �I�m getting a male presence. A friend, or brother? An uncle maybe? Grandfather?� But at each suggestion the woman shook her head. The woman looked puzzled. �I lost my sister a few weeks ago. She was kind of butch though.� �Um, maybe it�s a different Diane. Or Diana?� the man asked the crowd. Another woman stood and said, �My name is Diana.� �That�s probably it.� He said. To the other woman he said, �I�m sorry. It may be your sister does not want to contact you.� The woman went and sat back down, disappointed that she hadn�t gotten on television. He turned back to the other woman. �My husband died one year this December.� The woman said. �Yes, he�s telling me to remind you about that place that you hide things in. Does that ring a bell?� the man asked, and the woman nodded. The crowd gasped. �Did he have a special nickname for you? Dee?� the man asked. �Yes!� the woman said, excited. There were murmurs in the crowd. �He wants me to tell you that he loves you and that he will meet you in heaven.� The man said. �That�s funny.� The woman said. �How so?� the man asked. �My husband was cheating on me with a teenage boy. I shot him in his sleep and made it look like suicide. It doesn�t seem to me like he would go to heaven. I just need to know where he put his will.� She answered. �Ok, so maybe it was a different Diane?� the man asked the crowd.
