Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up Jack's Vanagon
and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a
terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive
lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.

"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to
myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors
will talk if I let you stay in my house." "Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll
be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at
first light." The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn
and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and
they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.

About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It
took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it
was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the ski
weekend.

He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that
good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up North?"
Yes, I do." Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to
the house and pay her a visit?" "Yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about
being found out. "I have to admit that I did." "And did you happen to use my
name instead of telling her your name?" Bob's face turned red and he said,
"Yeah, sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?" She just died and
left me everything."