Deathbed

Lying on his deathbed, the wealthy Mr. Sams was instructing his attorney on last-minute changes in his will. “I wish to leave everything I own, all stocks, bonds property, art, and money, to my wife. However, there is one stipulation.” “And that is?” “In order to inherit, she must marry within six months of my death.” The lawyer seemed puzzled. “Why make such an unusual request?” Mr. Sams answered, “Because I want someone to be sorry I died.”

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