Please help us deal with it in our own private way.

Candle massacre on his 22nd birthday. Proof again that life is wildly out of our control. We're stuck in the frosting of our reality.

Please help let something tragic and beautiful to happen before then.

That's what you say when you agree "'til death do us part." I'm not saying it's a bad idea but you should just be really sure that that's what you want with this person before you say, "I do." This also isn't a sanctity of marriage post. Let the tractor marry the goat for god's sake. If they have stuff they want to legally share, let them. But Mr. Tractor, Miss Sheep, think about it for just a second. Do you really want to see him throw his last rod? Do you still want to be with her, Trac, after she's popped out a bunch of kids and then turned into tough (but still tasty!) stew?