One lazy Sunday morning the wife & I were quiet & thoughtful,sitting around the breakfast table when I said to her unexpectedly,"When I die,I want you to sell all my stuff immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?"she asked."I figure that a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said:"What makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"
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