The Here After

Fred's convertible glided to a halt on the edge 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 Fred, " I'm going to pull the 'here after' routine."

"The 'here after' routine -- what's that?" she wanted to know.

"If you're not here after what I'm here after, you'll be here after I'm gone."