Research. Obviously.

 “Anyway, Why are you reading this to me, again? -  I mean, what are you reading?” Grace checked the magazine cover to see the title. “Why do you read that stuff for?”

 “Research. Obviously.” Audrey answered.

 “What is marriage, anyway? After a while, you stop holding hands, romance is over, the passion flies off like a scared kid running away from the boogie man.” Grace stated.

 “Booo!”

 “And the next thing you know… You’re old and miserable, drowning your kidneys in a bottle of cheap vodka, not sober enough to even think about how the hell you let happiness escape.”