A wife asks her husband, “Honey, if I died, would you remarry?”
He sighs and says, “After a long period of grieving, I suppose I would. We all need companionship.”
She nods slowly. “And if you remarried… would she live in this house?”
“Well,” he says, “it’s a nice house. Probably, yes.”
“And would she sleep in our bed?”
He hesitates. “I guess so.”
“Would she use my golf clubs?”
“Oh no,” he replies quickly.
“She’s left-handed.”
