When Jim retired, he and his wife, who was much, much younger, moved to Boca Raton. 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 the 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."
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