Let me make this clear without being too graphic:
When my husband almost died last year from a heart attack, I was certainly NOT thinking, “Gee, if this one bites the dust, I guess I’m gonna have to find another rectum to insert my body part into.”… Yuk!
I wouldn’t care if he had to live in a plastic bubble for the rest of his life, and I could never even give him a hug ever again. He is my spouse, even if physical contact was permanently 86’d off the menu. Till death parts us.