Now that we've finally left the unholy culmination of Rodgers and Hammerstein's fever dreams, I have a question.
Am I still married? Does the marriage bond break as soon as you're whisked away from the pocket universe wherein you were married, without nary a hope of returning to your whipped cream cake of a wife? Will there be a heavenly or demonic power that forces me to stay true to a sham marriage you only agreed to because well, bullets and shovels are painful?
And no matter how I loathe to admit it, but I just stared at my shower, sighed and went back to bed. This is technology gone wrong.