Martha

Martha lost her husband. She had him cremated, took his ashes home and poured them out onto the patio table.

Tracing her fingers through the ashes she spoke to him. Bob, remember the dishwasher you promised me, well I bought it with the insurance money, the car you promised me, well I bought that too, along with the diamond ring.

Bob, do you remember the blow job I promised you ????

Well here it comes ............