This weekend I was at the wedding of Aaron and Jen, and happened to be
sitting with a bunch of other authors, editors, and right in front of
me, an agent– the sweetly smiling, deadly viper Lucienne. (No, not Lucianne. I have some
standards.)
The rabbi did an excellent job, comparing marriage to role-playing
games. As soon as it’s up, I’ll post a link when it goes up. Anyway.
The happy couple is signing the katubah, the Jewish marriage contract.
I lean over and ask her, “You looked over that contract, right?”
smackThen they mention the lifetime part. “No, you couldn’t
have seen the contract, you’d never go for a term like that.”
“Well, there’s a very generous out-of-print clause.”
“So how long is it for?”
“Term of copyright.”
“Till death do us part isn’t long enough, now it’s life plus seventy?
Sheesh.”