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, do you remember that emerald necklace you
promised me? I 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..."
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