Five Foot Nothin'

Today I was standing at the cross walk on my way back to work from lunch and an older gentleman waiting next to me turned and asked--"5 foot 1?" I realized he was aking my height. I smiled and replied that he was awfully close. I wondered if he would venture to guess my weight next. Good thing for him that he didn't! As we walked into the building together he told me that his first wife was my height. He proceeded to tell me about her and I was touched by his obvious reverence and respect for her memory. We parted ways and I realized that I hope someone feels that way about my 5 foot nothing self someday. Is that too much to ask?
By the way--when I die, I don't want to be travelling around in a big old clumsy hurse. . .the Passat will do just fine. Just put the seats down.