Sarah and I watched the new HBO biopic about Jack Kevorkian, 'You Don't Know Jack' (not to be confused with the funny trivia game). Watching Al Pacino as "Dr. Death" helping patients with brutal terminal diseases prepare to euthanize themselves, and watching couples old and not so old struggle to find some way to say goodbye during their final moments together... well... it's only natural to imagine yourself there, to feel this inevitable future sense of loss creep in.

As we prepare to begin our marriage, we found ourselves contemplating its end.

Sarah: For us... for me... I could see under the right circumstances wanting that for myself. But I don't think I could do it for you.