Tom was lying in his hospital bed, looking alarmingly serene for a man in his condition.
He beckoned his wife, Linda, closer with a weak wave of his hand.
“Darling,” Tom whispered, with a voice as fragile as thin ice, “I have a final wish.”
Linda, ever the devoted spouse, leaned in, her eyes brimming with tears. “Anything for you, my love,” she replied, her voice trembling.
“After I’m gone,” Tom said, pausing for a dramatic cough, “I want you to marry Steve.”
Linda gasped, “But Steve is your arch-nemesis! You can’t stand him!”
Tom mustered a sly grin and with his last ounce of strength, he said,
“Exactly!”
