For this is the beauty of the Multiverse:

In an alternative universe it is always Saturday. All your loved ones will be there. Not only will they all be there, but they’ll all be somehow better. They’ll like your jokes more. They’ll think you’re really important, but that will simply be reflecting the overwhelming groundswell of opinion on the planet that you, personally, have been misunderstood and under-appreciated, and which is fixated on putting that right.

I tell myself this every evening as I cry myself to sleep.