Sean and I were talking about “It’s A Wonderful Life” (that’s my favorite synopsis, by the way) and the subject of life insurance came up. I told Sean that he needed to get a large (term) policy on me, since my death would be, um, inconvenient, to say the least. I suggested a million dollars.
He said “Yeah, I could buy me a nice new wife with that. Who’d turn down a million bucks?”
To which I said:
“I tell you what I’d do, man. Two chicks, at the same time, man.”