pleas accept my hand in marriage

When I was young, I ate a very, tasty meatball. This meatball made me think about life, such as "How can a meatball be so tasty" or "How am I the lucky one that ate that meatball?". These questions would haunt me for the rest of my days. That had nothing to do with the story I am about to tell you. The story isn't even about food. I just like to start stories off weirdly. Anywho, the story I am about to tell you is of this man. This man was dying, slowly. He got