Poor Martha,

Recently she
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.....

"You know
that dishwasher you promised
me? I bought it with the insurance money!"

She paused for
a minute tracing her
fingers in the ashes then said,

"Remember
that car you promised me?
Well, I also bought it with the insurance
money!"

Again, she
paused for a few minutes and
while tracing her fingers in the ashes she
said,

"Remember
that diamond ring you
promised me?
Bought it
too,
with the
insurance money!"
Finally, still
tracing her fingers in
the ashes, she said,

"Remember
that blow job I promised
you?"

"Here it
comes."