Last night my husband and I had a fight
A fight to end all fights
In a  fleeting moment, I struck him upon the head
And  he laid there helpless upon the floor.
“Good riddance to bad rubbish” I said as I called the coroner
Within  a couple of days his body was laid to rest
I played the grieving widow to my best
When I got home to rest
I looked for the lotto ticket and found it to be missing
“Could it be that he took the winning ticket to the grave?”
“He won even beyond the grave”