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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, would you please sell all my stuff immediately.”
“Now why would you even ask me to do something like that?” she asked.
Just answer the question, would you PLEASE sell all my stuff immediately,
“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 dumb guy using my stuff.”
She looked at me intently and said:
“What makes you think I’d marry a dumb guy again?