When Jim retired, he and his wife, who was much, much younger, moved to Wellington. 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.
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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