Dear, said the wife. What would you do if I died?

Why, dear, I would be extremely upset, said the husband. Why do you ask such
a question?

Would you remarry? persevered the wife.

No, of course not, dear, said the husband.

Do you not like being married? said the wife.

Of course I do, dear, he said.

Then why would you not remarry?

All right, said the husband, I would remarry.

You would? said the wife, looking vaguely hurt.

Yes, said the husband.

Would you sleep with her in our bed? said the wife after a long pause.

Well yes, I suppose I would, replied the husband.

I see, said the wife indignantly. And would you let her wear my old clothes?

I suppose, if she wanted to, said the husband.

Really, said the wife icily. And would you take down the pictures of me and
replace them with pictures of her?

Yes. I think that would be the correct thing to do.

Is that so? said the wife, leaping to her feet. And I suppose you would let
her play with my golf clubs, too.

Of course not, dear, said the husband. She is left-handed.