A wealthy old man was lying on his deathbed when he suddenly realized he had never made a will.

Knowing he didn’t have much time left, he called his lawyer and asked him to come over as soon as possible.

The next day, the lawyer arrived with his papers and pen ready.

The old man looked at him and said, “I want twenty-five percent of my fortune to go to charity. I’ve had a good life, and I suppose it’s only right to give something back.”

The lawyer nodded. “That’s very generous. I’ll make sure it’s written exactly that way.”

The old man continued, “Another twenty-five percent should go to my son. He’s been waiting for years to get his hands on my money, so I might as well make him happy.”

“Understood,” said the lawyer, writing it down.

Then the old man took a slow breath and added, “And the rest of my money should go to my wife.”

The lawyer nodded again.

“But,” the old man said, raising one finger, “there is one condition.”

The lawyer looked up. “What condition?”

“She only gets the money if she remarries after I die.”

The lawyer paused, surprised. “You want your wife to remarry?”

“That’s right,” said the old man.

The lawyer frowned slightly. “Forgive me for asking, but why would you want that? Most men wouldn’t make such a request.”

The old man grinned weakly and said:

“Because then at least one man will be truly sorry I’m gone.”

The lawyer paused… then burst out laughing.