One lazy Sunday morning, the wife and I were quiet and 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 a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other a*****e using my stuff."
She looked at me intently and said, "What makes you think I would marry another a*****e?"