“Marie,” Boudreaux whispered to his wife late one night, “if I died, would you get married again?” “Mais, yeh, I guess,” she replied. “Would you sleep in de same bed with him?” “Well, it’s de only bed in de house, so I guess I’d have to.” “Would you make love to him?” “Cher,” Marie said patiently, “I guess, since he’d be my husband.” “Would you give him my pickum-up truck?” “No, Boudreaux. I wouldn’t never give him your pickum-up truck.” she yawned, “Besides, he don’t know how to drive a stick shift.”