A woman recently lost her husband. She had him cremated
and brought his ashes home. Picking up the urn that he was in, she poured
him out on the patio table. Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes,
she started talking to him.
“Irving, you know that fur coat you promised me? I bought it with the
insurance money!” “Irving, remember that new car you promised me? Well, I
also bought it with the insurance money!”
“Irving, that emerald necklace you promised me? Bought it too, with the
insurance money!”
Still tracing her finger in the ashes, she said, “Irving, remember that
blow job I promised you? Here it comes!