When I Die
THE wife and I were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy Sunday morning. I said to her, “If I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my stuff.”
“Now why would you want me to do something like that?” she asked.
“I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other arsehole using my stuff.”
She looked at me and said, “What makes you think I’d marry another arsehole?”
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