Daddy-in-Law — When I asked my (future) wife to marry me, I was informed that I had to drink beer (all summer long) with my then future father-in-law or he wouldn’t give her hand away. So that summer, I worked on their farm/ranch and learned to drink/like beer. Best decision I ever made. It’s been 48 lovely years. Sadly, my blushing bride passed away last year, or it would be 49.