Wally and Hazel are clever, silly, antiheroic, attractive, and really in love. That the film so consistently endorses them illustrates the virtue of screwball as romance: love in this genre can be breathtakingly amoral, but it's rarely mean-spirited.

This is so cheering! The cheese-and-bologna part made me laugh.

I didn't realize that the notion of feting a brave, dying young person, à la make-a-wish foundation, only aimed slightly older, was a thing in the past! Somehow I thought ghoulish sentimentality was a product of the second half of the twentieth century... but I shouldn't have, thinking of Emmeline Grangerford (had to look up her name just now) from Huckleberry Finn.