If I die before my wife, I want her to date.

Even if she’s 89.

Especially if she’s 89.

She should totally date a cool 90 year old dude.

I want her to be happy.

Even at 89.

Go for it.

I won’t be mad.

I won’t be alive.

I don’t know if there’s life after death.

But there’s gonna be some bad ass geriatric dating after my death.