Milton came into his wife’s room one day. “If I were, say, disfigured, would you still love me?” he asked her.
“Darling, I’ll always love you,” she said calmly, filing her nails.
“How about if I became impotent, couldn’t make love to you anymore?” he asked anxiously.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll always love you,” she told him, buffing her nails.
“Well, how about if I lost my job as vice president?” Milton went on, “If I weren’t pulling in six figures anymore. Would you still love me then?”
The woman looked over at her husband’s worried face. “Milton, I’ll always love you,” she reassured him, “but most of all, I’ll really miss you.”