A guy pulls his convertible over to the side of a lonely country road.
"I suppose" said his pretty, but reluctant date, "you're going to pull the
old 'out of gas' routine".
"No" said the guy, "I'm going to pull the 'here after' routine".
"The 'here after' routine -- what's that?", she asked.
"Well, if you're not here after what I'm here after, then you'll be here
after I'm gone".