One lazy Sunday morning Bella and Rizks were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around the breakfast table having their idli and dosa, with karak chai, when Rizks said to Bella unexpectedly, "When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately."

"Now why would you want me to do something like that?" Bella asked.

"I figure a woman as fine as yourself would eventually remarry and I don't want some other a-hole using my stuff."

Bella looked at Rizks intently and said: "Rizks, what makes you think I'd marry another a-hole?"