(ABC) – Roland Davis was too young for marriage at 19. “I was young and I probably made some mistakes,” Davis said. He and wife Lena Henderson divorced in 1964 after 20 years of marriage. Now, after nearly 50 years apart, the two octogenarians will wed again Saturday in Buffalo, N.Y. Davis and Henderson, both 85, first married in 1944 in Chattanooga, Tenn., their hometown. They were high school sweethearts. She worked for an insurance company, he soon joined the Army. The pair had four children and moved to Massachusetts before eventually moving to Germany. Henderson soon wished for more out of her relationship. “I won’t exactly say he was wild, but you couldn’t tie him down for anything,” she said. He remarried and settled down in Colorado, she had another child and both went their separate ways. But after Davis’ second wife died in the winter of 2012, their second-eldest child, Johnnie Mae Funderbirk, began to worry about her father. Davis, who still refers to Henderson as “Mrs. Davis,” popped the question on the phone. Henderson was initially reluctant, telling ABC News that she responded only with a “Let’s see.” She did warm up, however, much to the delight of her husband-to-be. “I was always ready,” he said. “I was just waiting for her to be ready.”
You know what I want to do when I’m 85? I want to die. Actually I want to die long before I’m 85, but if that doesn’t work I definitely don’t want to get remarried. This has to be one of the worst game plans of all times. Roland Davis has already lived the dream: he’s seen the world and outlived his second wife. Why get back in the game? It’s not like you can fuck, or would even want to fuck, so you’re literally marrying for the nagging. When I go to my grandparents house all my grandfather does is pretend he can’t hear my grandmother. That’s it. Just sits in his recliner watching MSNBC and yells “huh?” when she asks him to do something. He mumbles incoherently and dreams of being left alone. If you had that wrapped up then why ever give it up? I mean I get that old people get lonely but just sit around in your underwear and leave voicemails for your grandkids that won’t get returned with the TV absolutely blaring in the background like every grandparent does. That’s as good a way to spend your final years as any.