Of course.
Yes, now that I have my insurance in order. She’ll be taken care of and will be able to pay off the mortgage.
Yes. I might not be prepared to kill for her, but I’d definitely risk death for her.
Can you ask her first?
Last time I turned on the oven and didn’t hear the “click”, she flew out of the kitchen before I could even looked back at her in concern. So I’m interested in what her answer would be.
Yes, of course. Now try a harder choice.
I’m not entirely sure I know what this means. What “click”? Was she afraid the oven was going to explode or something? Has it exploded in the past? What the heck is wrong with your oven?
Without a doubt. That is what this ‘love’ thing you humans are always prattling on about means, correct?
I’m interested as to whether any of your answers would change if you were the primary caregiver of a loved one other than your partner. That usually means children, but not always.
Sure. First I’d ask her if she had a gun to put it in, then I’d take it.
For some reason, this thread reminds me of when the wife finally caught on to me making her walk in front of me in Cambodia and Laos.
Of course. There’s not really an option is there?
Did you tell her, “It’s alright-I’ve got your back” 
On that tragic day, Siam Sam was left to pick up the pieces and get on with his life.
I wouldn’t. I am a pretty tiny person. A .50 cal hollowpoint would very likely kill me. He outmasses me by a significant amount, so he’s looking at more pain and less death.
If it were a lesser caliber, or I didn’t know what was being fired, I’d do my best to keep either of us from being shot, and if he were injured already, I’d shield him.
A child? In a heartbeat, even if it weren’t mine.
Nah, first you’d have to ask if she has a cartridge to put the bullet in.
Actually, I was counting on a lot of missing.
Logically? Sure.
But as has been pointed out already, I don’t have any way of knowing how I’d actually react in such a situation. I feel like the odds of me freezing up in terror and spending the rest of my life being remorseful are fairly high. The cats would never let me live it down, either.
If I ducked out of the way and my wife was shot and killed instead of me, I don’t think I could live with myself. I’d literally rather be dead. God knows that I’d do in a split second, but how could I live the rest of my life knowing that I screwed up so badly? I guess that’s selfish of me.
I’d pull some ninja shit and save us both and be the big hero with a parade and shit. At least that’s how it plays out in my head every night.
Black Box TV has a youtube channel with videos of pranks. Pretty extreme pranks. It’s surprising how many guys flee danger and leave their female friend unprotected.