The usual "would you remarry?" questions were asked and answered. I asked my wife, "If there was a nuclear war tomorrow, and you were the last woman alive on the face of the Earth, would you help procreate the species? Assume there were 10 men that were a mixture of reasonably attractive, and totally repugnant."
My wife asked, "Are you alive or dead?"
"Where I was standing at the moment the war broke out is now a smoking hole," I informed her.
A few moments of consideration.
"Yes, reluctantly, if I were the last woman on the face of the Earth, and the survival of the species depended on it, I'd have to do what was necessary."
I was wandering into the kitchen to refill my drink when I heard this, muttered under her breath:
"...bet your a**, I'd set myself up as Queen, though."