Me: Who can help me sell your wine if your plane crashes and you die?
SH: Sell my wine? I don't want you to sell it! I want you to give it to Tom and to Doug and to Gary!
Me: Are you crazy? That's thousands of dollars of wine. I'm not giving it away. I'm selling it.
SH: But there's life insurance.
Me: Not enough.
SH: I don't want you to sell the wine!
Me: I guess you'd better get working on that will, then.