Jake and Mike were on their way to the ski resort when they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They found a farmhouse and asked its rather attractive housewife if they could spend the night. "Oh, I don't think so," she explained. "You see, I'm recently divorced and you know how neighbors will talk."
"Well, then," said Jake, "how about if we just sleep in your barn?" That seemed acceptable to all.
About nine months later, Jake got a letter from the woman's attorney. He immediately phoned his ski buddy, Mike. "Hey, Mike. Do you remember our ski trip and that good-looking divorcee? You didn't happen to sneak into her house in the middle of the night and have sex with her, did you?"
"Well, yeah, I did."
"And, by any chance did you happen to use my name instead of yours?"
Mike blushed. "Well, yeah, I'm afraid I did."
"Hey, thanks! She just died and left me everything!"