Muslims can take my head and Mormons can take my coffee but neither can take my soul.
On that note - when my parents were young marrieds, they had a number of Mormon friends who tried to get them to convert. Mom’s love for her coffee likely saved me from being raised a Mormon.
< *finishes morning latte*>
You’re right of course. I can’t say that’s something I’ve ever worried about. How would that even happen?