From TFA: "He’s quietly in the background on family outings to the grocery store, to restaurants, camping, even on Mary’s most recent visit to her gynecologist." [emphasis mine]
I don't care who it's of. If I am ever forced to endure a gyno appointment with a cardboard cutout looming nearby, staring/smiling vacuously while I am poked and prodded, I will thereafter be indelibly scarred for life.
Honestly, I don't grok the mindset that considers this a healthy way to cope with a loved one being gone for extended periods of time.