My late mother, deeply devout, had a profane moniker for marriage,"sh*t life", she’d curdle, witheringly.
Why then, would I beseech her -- never any the less bewildered for her contemptuous repetition -- do you insist on it as a necessary step in our lives?
Peremptorily she’d spit at me, "because it's everyone's duty to do sh*t life -- thus it is ordained, thus is it decreed!″.
Further, and by the way, for what it's worth, your granny insisted too that no man worthy of trust (should) be -- at least not in a woman’s nor in god’s eye. Manly, (fatherly?), in spite of myself, or perhaps because of it, I am necessitated to concur -- or, at least, pass on without judgement