Selling My Stuff if I Die
The older you get and the longer you have been married, the funnier this is…
One lazy Sunday morning, my 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$$hole using my stuff.”
She looked at me intently and said, “What makes you think I’d marry another a$$hole?”