In all seriousness, I would marry the brogue of the lead singer of the Twilight Sad, because it is just that awesome. It would entertain me through my last years, and we'd have warm cider by the fire in our cottage. It would tell me tales of the Highlands, and haggis, and peat. And we'd laugh and laugh. Oh, how we'd laugh.

This is purely limited to the brogue and not the guy himself. What's up, ladies?