A man was on his deathbed. With a pitiful gasp, he managed to whisper, “I have one last request, my dear.” “Of course,” his wife replied, clutching his hand. “Six months after I die, I would like you to marry Bob.” “But I thought you hated Bob !” “I do.”
A man was on his deathbed. With a pitiful gasp, he managed to whisper, “I have one last request, my dear.”
“Of course,” his wife replied, clutching his hand.
“Six months after I die, I would like you to marry Bob.”
“But I thought you hated Bob !”
“I do.”