The Good Husband's Final Gift

Summary

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!"