A warning.

If my future husband decides to propose to me by putting my engagement ring into food (particularly pie or like. . .Jello with whipped cream on top of it--obviously only the klassiest victuals for the klassiest lady), and I end up choking on it (which is wont to happen, as I am quite the voracious and intense eater--imagine a goat, or perhaps an individual with Prader-Willi, but moreso. . .) and then end up having to be transported to the hospital for a diamond-induced hemorrhage in my esophagus, I will kill him.