My wife Penny passed away last week. We'd been together forty years. The last few years of our marriage weren't that great but we were determined to see it through. But after she passed I realized I didn't want to be without her, having her stuck in some cemetery, so I had her cremated so I could bring her home with me. Now she sits on the mantelpiece and we have the kind of nice talks we used to, before she started dominating the conversation.
It just goes to prove the old saying:
A Penny saved is a Penny urned.