If I die

Have you ever had that conversation with your spouse--the one where you give them instructions following your death? Ours is a continuing dialogue, where I throw in the do's and don'ts whenever they come to mind. Caleb hates it. I can't say I blame him. The subject's a real downer.
Like, for instance, when you're watching 17 Miracles, and your wife randomly says, "You know, if we were both stranded somewhere, and I die, I give you permission to eat me." This is then followed by a charged debate on whether cannibalism is ever truly acceptable, and whether or not I would take the liberty to eat Caleb if he were the first to die. FYI, My answer was, "Only with your permission!" (I didn't get it.)
And then there's the touchy subject of remarriage. I am well aware that Caleb would whither away without a wife to stuff food down his throat, so I have made my own list of worthy replacements. My only stipulation is that she be uglier than me, so I can be reassured even in the afterlife that I am his first love. I can see the wanted ad now:
Distraught Widower seeking replacement wife to raise 2 young children and manage household. Cheery disposition and "sweet spirit" required. Frumpiness encouraged.
Sometimes I will randomly ask Caleb, "So, what do you love about me?" just so I won't miss the good stuff in my eulogy. And speaking of funerals, I once heard of a man who died from complications of diabetes. His wishes were that his funeral be followed by an ice cream party, since his disease prevented him from eating his favorite treat while alive. I'm liking the sound of that.
As for Caleb, he won't give me much instruction in the case of his demise. He only says that purchasing a life insurance policy is tricky because he never wants to be worth more to me dead than alive. He says I met get ideas.