Harold was on his deathbed and gasped pitifully.
“Please promise to fulfill my last request, Sheila”, he said to his wife, who was sitting by the side of his bed.
“Of course, Harold”, his wife said softly.
“Six months after I die”, he said, “I want you to marry Tim”.
“But I thought you hated Tim”, his wife said.
With his last breath, Harold said, “I do!”