The garage was piled high with duck decoys, fishing rods, hunting boots, waders and outdoor gear of all kinds. Staring at the mess, the wife sighed, "I hope I die first, so I don't have to get rid of all this."
"Look on the bright side," the husband said, "If I go first, you can put an ad in the paper. When all the men come by to check out the gear, you can pick out a replacement for me."
Looking at the pile the wife said, "No, any guy who would want all this stuff would not be my type."
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