Primo: I know you're looking forward to cleaning out my parents' place after they die.
Me: I'm not doing that.
Primo: But what if I have to? Aren't you going to help?
Me: Sure. I’ll tell Salvation Army to come get everything.
Primo: But there might be stuff I want to keep.
Me: What, like the eight-year old Pittsburgh newspapers in the closet of the guest room?
Primo: No. But I'll have to go through everything in case there's something I might need someday.
Me: You’re on your own on that one, baby. I haven’t been to a wedding in a while, but I don’t think, “Help clean out your husband’s parents’ house” is part of the vows. It’s definitely not going to be in our vows.