When I Die

[Seafood]

One Sunday morning, my wife and I were having a nice quiet breakfast when I suddenly said to her, " When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff immediately.". " Now why would you want me to do that my dear," she replied. "Well, I figured a woman as fine as yourself would remarry one day, and I'd hate some other a*sh*le using some of my stuff." She looked at me intently and said, "What makes you think I'd marry another a*sh*le.?