Literally, what else can I say? If Rose hadn't been such a self-centered door hog, our magnificently magnificent Jack would've lived, and he and Rose would've lived a
white and vilified happily ever after with five
babies, uber staged holiday photos, a collection of Bob Marley CDs to put a cultural spin on themselves, pantries full of quinoa and flavored yogurt, over complicated Starbucks orders, and of course- sex every Saturday. They probably would've hired a ghostwriter to write a mediocre picture
book about their story because it's just.so.swoon worthy. Am I right? Rose, look at the opportunities you missed out on! because you're such a door whore.