Weddings are about moving forward. Look around, look how happy everyone is. This is what a family should look like, and this is why we're all here. Nevermind the past, we're celebrating the future.
I feel like a terrible parent, child and son to this god-forsaken Roomba, as we ignored Shithead's attempts and desperation and pleas for help before succumbing to its inevitable death. What the fuck do I do?