Here in Florida back in the 60s a shrimp boat owner and captain who was a widower in his late 60s took a thirteen year old bride. He died after four or five years and she was left with a nice large house some acreage and three shrimp boats which she has long leased out quite profitably through the accountant her husband left her.
That reminds me of an old Jewish joke [I’m Jewish by the way]:
Jake, a widower, retires in NYC and moves down to Miami.
Two weeks later, he calls his adult kids back home: “Guess what? I’m getting married!”
“To who, Dad?”
“A 19-yr. old cocktail waitress.”
“But Dad: the sex—it could be fatal!”
“Eh. If she dies, she dies!”
Is that where the Eagles song Lyin’ Eyes was derived from?