One lazy Sunday morning Carlos and his wife were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table when Carlos said to her unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" she asked.
"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other asshole using my stuff."
Carlos' wife looked at him intently and said: "Carlos, what makes you think I'd marry another asshole?"