[orang_jawa]

The wife and I were sitting around the breakfast table one Sunday morning.
I said to her, "If I were to die suddenly, I want you to immediately sell all my stuff."
"Now why would you want me to do something like that?", she asked.
"I figure that you would eventually remarry," I replied, "and I don't want some other wanker using my stuff."
She looked at me and said: "What makes you think I'd marry another wanker?"