I love you enough, Marcia, to show you the true path. On that final day you will not have any ability to stand before God, or me, and say, "Rick! Why didn't you tell me?" because I am telling you.

Rick, I'm pretty sure Marcia doesn't sweat that. She belongs to a small club (of which I'm a charter member) whose members strike enough fear into the devil that he'd never want us. :)