Robert Makes His Will

By Elton Camp Someday I’ll depart this time of strife. My will distributes what I had in life. Ere long I’ll be bones and rotten. By all my friends well forgotten. My wife gets a large monthly ration. If she fulfills just a single stipulation. She must quickly take another spouse, Stay married, and live in the same house. It seems a bit strange to you? This is what I now hope to do. Few will mourn my passing, but yet One man my death will sure regret.