Sometime in the middle of this time Paul was out of the country for a week, I remarked to my brother-in-law, “I really don’t want to be a single mom. If anything ever happens to Paul I’m going to be looking for dates at the funeral.”
David snorted his coffee. “Yeah, I’ll be all, ‘Can I help with any of the arrangements?’ and you’ll say, ‘Got any single friends?'”
Is true.
I hear you. I tell my darling from time to time, “If anything happens to me, get remarried soon. You’ll need someone in here quick!”