Gran-“Well, just make sure he’s a good Christian man, Lauren.”

Me-“Ok”

Gran-“Then again, you never know.  My friend married a man in seminary school, and he beat her, and then she became an alcoholic, and then she died.”

Me-“…that’s…awful.”

Gran-“Well it’s true.  You can’t be too careful, or you’ll end up dead as a doornail.”

Conversations with my grandmother often go in this direction of Debbie Downerism.  Is that a thing?  It is now.