Well here it comes..

After years of marriage, Fred passed away unexpectedly. His wife, Linda, was heartbroken—but not one to sit idly in sorrow.

She arranged a lovely funeral service, cremated Fred as per his wishes, and brought his urn home.

One evening, Linda poured herself a glass of wine, lit a candle, and placed the urn on the dining table. The house was quiet, except for the ticking clock and her soft chuckles.

“Fred,” she said, swirling her wine. “Remember that fur coat you kept saying you’d buy me? Well, I used your insurance money to get it. It’s gorgeous, by the way. You’d have hated the price, but I look fabulous.”

She sipped her wine, gazing at the urn as if expecting a comeback. “And Fred, the car—you know, the one I always wanted?

The one you said was too flashy? I bought it. Red. Convertible. Drives like a dream. I call her ‘Freddie,’ in your honor.”

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Oh, and about that…uh… ‘favor’ I promised you?” She smirked, picking up the urn. “Well, here it comes…”

Linda laughed so hard she nearly spilled the wine, imagining Fred’s ghost screaming in protest. She shook the urn slightly and added, “Just kidding, Fred. You’d better haunt me for that one!”

And from that night forward, Linda decided she’d honor Fred’s memory not with tears, but with a little humor—because she knew that’s exactly how he’d want it.

Well, except maybe for the last part.