The Good Husband's Final Gift
Language: en
My husband, Arthur, was in a car crash. He was severely injured and on the brink of death. The doctors told me resuscitation efforts would be largely futile and to prepare for the worst. Oh, I was very well prepared. I waved my hand dismissively: "Let's not trouble the hospital any further. Discontinue treatment." They issued the death certificate, canceled his ID, and hauled him off to the crematorium. Six hours later, he was nothing but a pile of ash. I patted the urn. "Arthur, oh Arthur, you truly are a good man!" Filthy rich, dying young, and passing without a will. By law, I get…