My father married again later in life to a much younger woman, just a little older than me, and sure enough he only lived five years into their marriage.
Since he left each of us half his money, I took it in stride and told Alice that she had made dad very happy and she was welcome to her half.
That was when she told me that dad had died with a smile on his face.
"That's great I told her."
"It wasn't his."