When Jim retired, he and his wife, who was much, much younger, moved to a beach town.
Once they’d settled in, he decided it was about time to make a will, so he made an appointment with a lawyer.
“I want it to be nice and straightforward,” he instructed the attorney, “Everything goes to my wife: the house, the car, the pension and the life insurance, under one condition that she remarry within the year.”
“Fine, Mr. Ramsey,” said the lawyer, “But do you mind my asking why the condition?”
“Simple! I want at least one person to be sorry I died.”