Conversation between a man and his dying wife:
Wife: If i die, will you marry again?
Husband: Ofcourse not. you are my love, my life.
Wife: No that won’t be fair to you darling. Promise me you will marry again after I am dead.
Husband: Okay I promise.
Wife: Will you give my clothes to her?
Wife: Will you give me sandals to her?
Wife: Will you share your bed with her?
Wife: Will you marry a girl of my height?
Husband: No, because she is 5.5 feet tall, and you are only 5 feet.
Husband: Oh shit!