Arch Downing and his wife Ester were settling down for a night's sleep, when Arch whispered to her, "Ester, if I died, would you get married again?"

"I suppose so," she replied.

"Would you sleep in the same bed with him?"

"Well, it's the only bed in the house, so I have no choice."

"Would you make love to him?"

"Arch," Ester replied, "he would be my husband."

"Would you give him my car?"

"No," she yawned. "He can't drive a stick shift."

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