The situation is vital. My younger sister has a birthday. Quiet family dinner at the restaurant. At first, the conversation did not carry a semantic load, and then a dispute began who the first fate will punish by marriage. After a long quarrel, the sister issued a sentence:
I am the youngest, the ugly one to go to hell!
The father looks sadly out the window, smokes a cigarette and quietly cries:
Dad, you’ve been in hell for 28 years.