That there's relationship longevity. Boy howdy.

There were two ketchup packets on the counter at the 7-Eleven.

Me: [scoots one of the packets along the countertop]
figmentj: [watches me curiously]
Me: See? Condimental drift.
figmentj: ...
Me: [scoots the other packet up behind it] Oh, look! The other one's trying to ketchup!
figmentj: ...
Me: ...I'm going to die young, aren't I?
figmentj: Yes.
Me: Ah.
figmentj: But you'll have a good story.
Me: Oh, good. If you have a good story of how you died, you come out ahead.
figmentj: And probably some other parts, too.
Me: ...
figmentj: THERE. WE'RE EVEN.
Me: Marry me.

This was on the way to see Contagion. The movie, you'll be pleased to know, was aggressively slightly-above-average. It's talking all my will to avoid screaming the names of everyone who dies before it's half over.