The purpose of marriage is to turn a guy from this
into this
taking a happy, heathy,carefree guy and molding him until he spends the final 20 yrs or so of life downing cheap beer and thinking to himself "when I die? When ? please let me die!" Finally at the sad end he is reduced to that tiny stopped shell of a man following his wife around the mall holding an armful of useless junk his harpy wife has purchased to add to the ever growing piles of junk and trinkits in the home. It is indeed a tragic thing to see once proud creature reduced at the end to a mumbling shufflefooted walking corpse--cold even to the touch.