Tom and Edna were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy morning.
Tom suddenly said, ‘Edna, if I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my stuff.’
‘Now why would you want me to do something like that?’ Edna asked.
‘I figure that you would eventually remarry, and I don’t want some other asshole using my stuff.’
Edna thought for a while and then said, ‘What makes you think I’d marry another asshole?’