"Dear," asked the wife. "What would you do if I died?" "Why, dear, I would be extremely upset," answered the husband. "Why do you ask such a horrid question?" "Would you remarry?" persevered the wife. "No, of course not, love," replied the husband. "Do you like being married?" asked the wife. "Of course I do, lamb." he said. "Then why wouldn't you remarry?" "All right," said the husband on taking a different tact trying to end the conversation, "I'd remarry, then." "You would?" responded the wife, looking quite pained. "Yes," replied the trapped husband. "Would you sleep with her in OUR bed?" asked the wife after a very long pause. "Well, yes, I suppose I would." replied her tiring mate. "I see," said the wife quite sternly and indignantly. "And would you let her wear my old clothes?" "I suppose, if she wanted to," stammered her mate, adding, "it would be a compliment to your exquisite taste." "Really," replied the wife icily. "And would you take down the pictures of me and replace them with pictures of her?" "I don't know. But wouldn't that be the correct thing to do?," he replied. "Is that so?" said the wife, leaping to her feet. "And I suppose you'd let her play with my golf clubs, too." "Of course not, dear. That would be impossible. She's left-handed."