BJ

Martha recently lost her husband. She had him cremated and brought his ashes home. Picking up the urn, she poured him out on to the patio table. Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him.
"Herman, you know that fur coat you promised me? I bought it with the insurance money."
She paused for a moment, still tracing her fingers through the ashes. She then said, "Herman, you remember that new car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money."
Again, she paused for a few moments while still tracing her fingers in the ashes and eventually said, "Herman, that emerald necklace you promised me? Bought that with the insurance money as well."
Finally, still tracing her fingers through the ashes, she said "Herman, remember that blow job I promised you? Here it comes!"