“I’m so sorry for your loss. I haven’t seen him since 1994. Apparently he never updated a thing.”
From Chapter 10, “The Form That Beats Your Will,” of The Marriage Contract, 2027, which reads the law of marriage as the prenup every married couple already has.
Mourners in black stand in a line at a graveside. At the end stands a woman no one knows, wearing a 1990s prom dress and corsage and happily holding a giant novelty check. The others glance at her sideways.
