Astrid loves her man, and does it just as best she can. Despite Fred being more than just a bit absent minded, she adores him all the same. She finds it downright endearing. And nothing gets her more upbeat than when he's clowning around, describing this or that is the most comically eloquent ways known in the known universe.
Most nights they can be found wandering aimlessly around town, accidentally frightening the still alive folks resting in their homes, as they try finding their way back to their graveyard bungalow. And even though Astrid always knows the way back home, she just doesn't have the heart to tell Fred. It rotted away long ago.