When you married your wife she said she wanted a big family, so you tried. She gave birth to 3 kids before she died. One day y'all were out as a family and she got caught in the crossfire of 2 opposing gangs and that's how she died. You wanted her to live on by honoring her dream of having a big family, so you adopted a bunch of kids over the year. You live in a mansion and have 20 kids all from the age of 3-20. You never remarried.

One day you walked out to her grave to visit her. You were standing over it and talking to her. Then you felt a tug on your pants. It was Mary, one of the youngest kids.

Mary: "Daddy? Who are you talking to?"