What did you buy me?

One year my Aunt Aurelia told Uncle Floyd, “Honey, I’ve bought you an unusual birthday present.”

“What did you buy me?” he asked her.

“A cemetery plot.”

He agreed with her that it was indeed unusual but thanked her anyway.

The next year, when she didn’t buy him a gift at all, he asked her why.

She said, “You didn’t use the gift I bought you last year.”