What if one of us dies? What happens then?' I reached around and turned on the light to see the clock: 3:20 A.M. 'I suppose we'd remarry.' 'Just like that!' Jane exploded. She sat up in bed, facing away from me. 'You can't just pick a wife off a shelf.' 'Of course not. I just meant that if I happened to die young I'd want you to be happy.' 'How could I be happy without you? When you get married, you make the biggest decision of your life; you say you're going to spend eternity with one person. So what do you do if that person leaves? What do you do once you've already committed yourself?' 'What do you want me to do?' I asked. And Jane looked at me and said, 'I want you to live forever.