You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
“Till death do us part”
The phrase is synonymous with marriage like sugar lard is synomous with an oreo cookie.
Till death do us part.
It usually signifies the moment that a man and wife are married.
Mazel Tav.
But my question is this: Is it realistic?
Married for life, till someone is dead. Forever and a day and then a dirt nap.
I don’t know. It’s puzzling, like who put Stone Henge in a circle and why?
Relationships are Crazy. They are often volatile and dizzying like driving on Calle De La Revolution in Tia Juana. Every sign says USA this way. Of course every sign just leads you deeper into the belly of the beast.
Marriage is a dangerous weapon. You get a license but no training. It’s like a lightning storm on a golf course and you are a swinging a 9-iron full of nitro glycerin.
The course marshal of love might strongly urge you to take cover.
Relationship crazy is a hot dish in the oven. Grab it without oven mits and you’ll get burned.
My advice: Stop, drop and roll. Extinguish the flames of crazy that are turning your stomach like a bad case of Mexican Dog Tacos.
For centuries, man and woman have stood at the alter of matrimony and listened to the clergy say “Till Death do you Part.”
Till death do you part. Till death do you part. That’s like me fighting Mike Tyson and nobody stopping the fight. At what point am i clinically brain dead?
The idea is laudable. The concept means marriage is forever. It means try and try and work and work and over come all matrimonial obstacles.
But that’s just not the way it always works. In fact, that’s not the way it ever works.
Till Death do you part is way to extreme. There’s no wiggle room.
It just doesn’t work for everyone. In fact, statistics would indicate it doesn’t work for half of us. And for the other half, I think death do us part is a tight rope walk over snapping alligators with fangs sharpened by Cutco.
Till death do us part is unrealistic. It’s like saying bon voyage and hitting the hull of your new ship with a hand grenade. It’s bound to sink the matrimonial vessel.
What the priest should really say is, Till the Crazy is so Crazy you can’t stand it anymore, then part.”
In the death do us part equation, you might only be truly happy when you actually die. If the crazy is so crazy and it just doesn’t work, then cut bait and get off the dock.
50% of America is divorced. The other 50% is in a matrimonial row boat with a hole. And the rest of you? Well hopefully you are in it to win it.
Till Death Do You Part. Nice words, great concept, just quixotic to be sure.
And that’s crazy.™