Clarence and Mabel met at a high school dance way back in 1943. They proceeded to date for the next 80 years—not due to a lack of love, but because Clarence firmly maintained, “Marriage is a massive step, let’s not rush into things.”
During their eight-decade-long courtship, the couple managed to raise four children, destroy 67 different TV remotes, and survive Mabel threatening divorce 1,924 times—which was highly impressive, considering they weren’t actually married yet.
Finally, last week at the ripe old age of 103, Clarence looked over at his lifelong partner and mumbled, “Well, I guess you’re not going anywhere, huh?”
“Only to your funeral if you don’t hurry up and ask,” Mabel snapped.
Taking the hint, Clarence finally popped the question—right after accidentally popping his hip out of its socket.
Their long-awaited wedding was a very small, intimate affair, mostly because the majority of their childhood friends were either already up in heaven or had completely forgotten to RSVP.
As they stood before the minister, Clarence gave a heavy sigh and whispered, “Do I absolutely have to say ‘I do’?”
Mabel shot him a lethal glare and replied:
“You better say it, Clarence. I didn’t spend a literal century waiting for you to get cold feet now!”
