Well, as I said, we were *first* married, so whenever I had gas I’d call Buddy over to sit in my lap and blame the smell on him. I thought I was very smart doing that, but apparently VH knew all along who was to blame.

So here it is, nearly 15 years later and a good 8 years since Buddy moved on, and whenever one of us farts we look around the room and say, “Buddy!”