Poor old Abe was on his deathbed gasping his last. He beckoned his wife Rachel to come close.
"Rachel", he whispered. "Rachel, I want you should do me one last favour before the Almighty takes me away."
Rachel gazes at Abe with pity "Anything, my dear, anything", she replies.
"In that case" murmurs Abe "when I die, I want you should marry Bob."
"Bob!" protests Rachel "I thought you hated Bob."
"Exactly!" said Abe.