Harry'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 Harry, "I'm going to pull the 'here after' routine."
"The 'here after' routine? What's that?" she asked.
He answered, "If you're not here after what I'm here after, you'll be here after I'm not here."