It was a beautiful day on the golf course, and a married couple, John and Sarah, were out enjoying a leisurely round.
As they strolled down the fairway, Sarah suddenly turned to her husband and posed a rather unexpected question.
“Babe, if I were to pass away, would you remarry?” she asked, her tone casual but her eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.
John paused, taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation.
But like any canny husband, he knew he was being led into a trap. It’s the same as the “Babe, does my bum look fat in this?” question.
There’s always only one answer: NO!
So John firmly and confidently replies:
“Of course not, honey!”
Sarah arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew what John was playing at.
So she prodded him some more:
“I think you would,” she countered, a mischievous glint in her eye.
John rolled his eyes, not willing to play along any longer.
“Fine, after a suitable and prolonged period of mourning, I would consider re-marrying,” John conceded, letting out a resigned sigh. “Is that okay by you?”
Sarah thought about it a moment.
“That would be okay with me, under a few conditions,” she prodded. “She mustn’t be as beautiful as me, she must respect my memory, and she must remember that when you come to heaven, you’re my husband, not hers.”
John nodded, more concerned with his golf game than this conversation.
But Sarah prodded with more questions:
“Oh, and if you did remarry, would you let her sleep in our bed?”
John shrugged nonchalantly, but gave the answer he thought she’d want:
“Of course not, honey. It’s our bed!”
Sarah’s smile widened, and she dared to probe further.
“What about my golf clubs? Would you let her use them?”
This time, John’s response was reflexive, as he glanced up at the ladies on the next green.
“No need to worry about that, babe! She’s left-handed!”
