The wife and I were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy Sunday morning.
She said to me, “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?” I asked.
“I figure that you would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other bitch using my stuff.”
I looked at her and said: “What makes you think I’d marry another bitch?”