If, for some reason your life functions ceased, my most precious one, I would collapse, I would draw the shades and I would live in the dark. I would never get out of my slar pad or clean myself. My fluids would coagulate, my cone would shrivel, and I would die, miserable and lonely. The stench would be great. — Coneheads

 

I cannot imagine how I would manage without Irish Woman.  She is my anchor in life, and without her I would drift.  Not only is she the most tender being I have ever met, she is also the toughest taskmaster.  She seems to believe that I am a good person, and will accept nothing less from me.  I am afraid that without her, I would sink to my own expectations.  Hopefully, I will never have to figure out how to live without her.