Last Request from a Dying Wife

Dying wife to her husband: Wife: I know you'll marry again someday. She will live in this house and sleep in our bed, and use my dishes. And that's alright. But I want you to promise me something. Husband: What's that honey? Wife: I don't want your 2nd wife to wear my clothes. Husband: Alright I promise. Your clothes won't fit Betty anyhow.