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-hole using my stuff."

She looked at me intently and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another a-hole?"

LMAO!

Nice!

LOL

THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID FOR PERFECT COMEDIC TIMING. THAT WAS FUNNY.

Very good - the woman is wise.

A-Jay

HAHAHA I needed that good laugh! Nice!

That was great! LMAO....

Nice

That is a good one - I recall reading somewhere (maybe here) that my biggest fear is that when I die, my wife will sell all my fishing stuff for what I told her I paid for it.

Gold

AHAHAHAHA. That was much needed!

I don´t mind my wife re-marry another a-hole, my worst nightmare is my wife selling my s*t for what I said I paid for it.

I don´t mind my wife re-marry another a-hole, my worst nightmare is my wife selling my s*t for what I said I paid for it.

I told my wife this one time. She gave me THE LOOK. You know what look. She said, I know what you paid for that stuff. And, she does.

I told my wife this one time. She gave me THE LOOK. You know what look. She said, I know what you paid for that stuff. And, she does.

Oh yeah, I know THE LOOK. However, the defense mechanism is: oh yeah, how many shoes, purses and crap like that you got ?, so we worked out an arrangement: don´t ask how much or how many.