A sad tale.

[HowardQ]

Martha lost her husband.
She had him cremated, took his ashes home, then poured them out on the patio table.
Tracing her fingers through them she spoke to him softly.
Bob, remember the dishwasher you promised me, I bought it with your insurance money, the car you promised me bought that too, and the diamond ring, bought that too.
Bob, do you remember that blow job I promised you, here it comes.