A wife asks her husband, "Honey, if I died, would you remarry?"
"After a considerable period of grieving, I guess I would. We all need companionship."
If I died and you remarried," the wife asks, "would she live in this house?"
"We've spent a lot of money building this house in Jubilee Hills just the way we want it. I'm not going to get rid of my house. I guess she would move in here."
"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house," the wife asks, would she sleep in our bed?"
"Well, the bed is almost brand new, and it cost us nearly one lakh. It's going to last a long time, so I guess she would."
"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house and slept in our bed, would you play her our favorite records on the hi-fi in our home theater?"
"Oh, no," the husband replies. "She hates Opera."
"After a considerable period of grieving, I guess I would. We all need companionship."
If I died and you remarried," the wife asks, "would she live in this house?"
"We've spent a lot of money building this house in Jubilee Hills just the way we want it. I'm not going to get rid of my house. I guess she would move in here."
"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house," the wife asks, would she sleep in our bed?"
"Well, the bed is almost brand new, and it cost us nearly one lakh. It's going to last a long time, so I guess she would."
"If I died and you remarried, and she lived in this house and slept in our bed, would you play her our favorite records on the hi-fi in our home theater?"
"Oh, no," the husband replies. "She hates Opera."