SO ONE TIME Lena and Ole were lying in bed late one night, and Ole said, “Lena, if I was to die someday, you wouldn’t get married again, would you?”
And Lena thought a bit and said gently, “Well, Ole . . . y’ know, I’m still a young woman. I suppose I would get married again.”
So Ole said, “Lena, if I was to die and you got married again, you wouldn’t live in this house with him, would you?”
And Lena thought a bit and said VERY gently, “Well, Ole, this old house of ours is a good house. I suppose we would live in this house.”
So Ole said, “Lena, if I was to die and you got married again and the two of you lived in this house, you wouldn’t sleep together in this bed, would you?”
And Lena thought a bit, and then she said very, VERY gently, “Ole, this old bed of ours is a good bed. I suppose we would sleep in this bed.”
So Ole said, “Lena, if I was to die and you got married again . . . Lena . . . tell me, please . . . he WOULDN’T use my golf clubs, would he?”
And Lena said, “No, Ole. He’s left-handed.”
SO ONE TIME Sven said to Ole, “Ole, that’s a fine family you got there! Five boys! You and Lena get a boy every time?”
And Ole said, “Oh, no, Sven! Usually we don’t get anything.”
SO ONE TIME Lena died and Ole called the funeral parlor. “Hello,” he said. “This is Ole Olsen. My wife Lena’s passed away. Will you come and take her to the funeral home?”
And the undertaker says, “Of course, Mr. Olsen. What is your address?”
So Ole says, “137 Chysanthemum Boulevard.”
And the undertaker says, “How do you spell that, Mr. Olson?”
So Ole says, “Tell you what. How about I drag her over to Elm Street and you pick her up there?”