Out of the blue, the wife asks her husband: “If I die, will you remarry?”
“You are not gonna die.”
“But what if I do? Everybody dies eventually. Answer the question.”
“Well, in theory, I suppose I could get married again, yes.”
The woman gasps in disbelief. “Well, who would you marry?”
“Nobody, like I said, you are not going to die.”
“No, you said you would get married again. And I suppose she would live in this house with you!”
“Well, there wouldn’t be any reason to get a new house—this is a nice house. But like I said…”
The wife is getting increasingly agitated: “And I suppose you will let her cook with my pots and pans, in MY kitchen, and sleep in MY bed, with YOU!”
“Sweetheart, look… is there something you are not telling me? Are you sick or something?”
Now the wife is in a full-on rage: “No, I am not sick, I am fine. Except maybe I am sick of having a husband who would marry somebody besides me!”
The husband hangs his head and takes a deep breath: “I don't know what you are so upset about. This is all hypothetical…”
The wife yells: “And I suppose you would let her use my golf clubs!”
The husband shrugs and says: “No, not that. Never.”
The wife shouts, “WELL, WHY THE HELL NOT?!”
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