On her deathbed, a very ill woman asked her husband, “Honey, how long would it take you before you marry another wife if I die?”
“Until your grave becomes dry, my love,” the man retorted.
“Are you promising me this?” she asked.
The husband answered: Of course, sweetheart. I swear to you.
And for a year following her death, her husband started going to her grave every day.
Additionally, the burial was never dry—it was always damp!
One day, he went to the cemetery in the evening and discovered her brother there.
“Jason, what are you doing here?” he said.
I’m granting my only sister’s wish, he retorted. I should come here every day to moisten her grave, she asked.