One bright Saturday when the SWMBO and I were sitting around the lunch table,
I said "When I die I want you to sell ALL of my stuff ASAP"
She asked, "Now, why would you want me to do something like that".
I replied, "I figure that you'd eventually re-marry, and I don't want some jerk using my stuff".
She laughed and said, "What makes you think I would marry another jerk".