My wife just told me that our life insurance stuff went through. The "I'm worth more dead than alive" phrase, now applies to me. It sounded a lot more whimsical when others blurted it out over small talk, but now that feels a bit like a hit below the belt very similar to the way a guy feels when they say "I do" at the altar.
It's actually kind of morbid how these things work. It makes you more valuable when you are no longer around to do anything about anything. I'm feelin' awfully incompetent right now, thank you very much.
Ok, glass-half-full version; If I die I will almost be like so many famous artists that are no longer in this world to enjoy their money such as Jonathan Larson the creator of Rent. Hmm, that didn't really make it any better. C'est la vie. Don't think I'll sleep well tonight. Thanks wife.
One open issue left. Who is going to come up with a scheme to murder the other first? My wife or me? I'm hoping my wife, I'll be worth more this way. Wait, she's getting all of it. Damn.
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'nuff said
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