Daniil Kharms wrote a story about a professor's wife. Here is the beginning.
Once a professor had something to eat, and you could not say a little something, and he began to feel sick. His wife approached him and said: "What's wrong with you?" And the professor said: "Nothing." The wife went back to the kitchen.
The professor lay down on a divan, stayed there for a while, got some rest, and went to work.
And there, a surprise awaited him: They had cut down his salary, instead of 650 rubles now he made only 500. The professor tried everything, but nothing would help. He went to the director, but the director wanted to strangle him. He went to the bookkeeper, and the bookkeeper said: "You should go see the director." The professor got on a train and went to Moscow.
On the train the professor caught the flu. When he got to Moscow, he was so sick he could not get off the train.
He was put on a stretcher and taken to a hospital.
He stayed there no longer than four days and died.
The professor was cremated, and his ashes were put in a little jar and sent off to his wife.
So here is the professor's wife, sitting and drinking coffee. Suddenly the doorbell rings. What's going on? "You got a parcel." The wife is very happy, she is smiling, tipping the mailman with 5 rubles, and quickly opens the parcel.
She looks, and inside the parcel are a little jar with the ashes and a note: "This is all that is left of your husband."