Harry and His wife were sitting around the breakfast table one lazy morning.
Harry suddenly said, "Dear, 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?" asked his wife.
"I figure that you would eventually remarry, and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff..."
His wife looked at Harry and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"