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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