The closest my wife and I come to d-i-v-o-r-c-e is when she insists on heaving perfectly good canned food into the garbage when it passes that phony balony date on the label.
I had 2 brothers in WWII. Kenneth told about sitting in a foxhole on Okinawa in 1945 eating C-Rations, some kind of chicken recipe; and as he was “dining” he scrutinized the info printed on the can, of which this was a portion: “Omaha,Nebraska 1929.” The stuff was 16 years old, and he said it was o.k. At least as o.k. as C-Rations ever CAN be.
16 year old C-rations must be SOP. I was eating 1952 C’s in 1968 while stationed in Germany.