He is a recent widower, very eligible.
She is a recent widow, attractive and bright.
And after several wonderful evenings together, they have decided that they are
Right for each other.
So as soon as their CPA-s have reworked their tax structure,
And their doctors have pronounced them physically fit,
And their lawyers have found a formula for an equitable pre-nuptial agreement,
They intend to get married.
And he'll sell his condo in Aspen because she hates skiing.
And she'll sell her house at the beach because he hates sand.
And they'll merge their books and their records and their paintings and their furniture and
Their families:
His son, who, at thirty, is having a spiritual crisis.
Her son, who, at thirty, still hasn't started to date.
His daughter, who is deciding between becoming a single parent and going to business school.
Her daughter, who wants to know if they are planning, when they die, to be buried next to their first or their second mate.
His brother, who thinks he should have picked somebody younger.
Her sister, who thinks his taste in jackets is crude.
Her father, who has a lot to say about why Ronald Reagan was one of our greatest presidents.
Her mother, who has a lot to say about fiber and digestion and why a person should never eat fried food.
His aunt, who only hopes he knows what he's doing.
Her uncle, who is either having a major nervous breakdown or being followed by the CIA.
Her aunt, who talks about Charles and Diana as if-though she actually doesn't-she actually knows them.
His uncle, who talks with his mouth full because-he explains-if he waits till he's done, he always forgets what it is he intended to say.
Her cousin, who wants to sell them more life insurance.
His cousin, who wants to sell them some tax-free bonds.
And as soon as their therapists help them feel just a
Little bit fonder of each other's families,
They intend to get married.
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