Some years ago a successful contractor, who had made his fortune in the big city, was standing on the deck of a ferry. Without warning, some cargo was dislodged and sent him into the river.
The following Sunday his widow, appropriately dressed in black, was standing on the church steps after the funeral, receiving condolences, when an old friend of the contractor came up.
"I'm sorry, for your loss," offered the friend. "Did your husband leave you well fixed?"
"Yup" she replied laconically, "He left almost a half million."
"Well now, that's not bad for a man who couldn't read or write."
"Nor swim neither ..." said the widow.