A new widow sits at her kitchen table, sipping champagne and staring at the box containing her husband's ashes.
She toasts him, and then says, "Remember that fur coat you always promised me? I'm wearing it, and it's lovely."
She has another glass of champagne, then says, "Oh, and Fred! Remember that tour of European capitals that you were always going to take me on? Well, I booked it this morning, and I can't wait."
As she finishes her drink, she looks over lovingly at the box and puckers her lips.
"And Fred, remember that b****** I always promised you? Well, here it comes!"
