[bliss]

We were sitting at the breakfast table Sunday morning. Reading the paper and enjoying the 2nd coffee. I told my wife something that had been bothering me for a while.
"Dear, if I die I want you to do me a favor. Sell all my stuff right away. Don't waste any time, just sell it all."
"Ok," she said, "but why?"
"Well, you're a good woman and I'm sure you will remarry. I don't want some other jackass playing around with my stuff. Just sell it all!"
She smiled sweetly and asked, "What makes you think I would marry ANOTHER jackass?"
Somehow, conversations with her don't always come out right.
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