The wife and I were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy Sunday morning.
I said to her, "If I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my guns & stuff."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" She asked.
"I figure that you would eventually remarry, and I don't want some asshole using my guns & stuff..."
She looked at me and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"