I haven’t seen Marley & Me because I already know the ending. It’s just too much for me to handle. I won’t let me do it. I can’t bear the thought of a man’s best friend…well… you know. I’d rather watch a ridiculously scary movie than watch Marley & Me. No matter how much of a man I think I am, I know that i will cause flash flooding all over the place. Although it is acceptable for a man to cry when their pet dies, it will destroy me emotionally. I won’t be able to function normally in today’s society and will break down whenever a pet crosses my path. I will have to invest in a fish bowl to fit over my big head to contain all salty tears bursting from my eyes. I need to work, study, drink beer, teach my son how to crush beer cans on his head and other manly stuff but if i was exposed to this movie I just won’t be the same.