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!" he replies.