11 Feb 2004 10:51:07 GMT
French woman marries dead man
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NICE, France, Feb 11 (Reuters) - A 35-year-old French woman has married her boyfriend 18 months after he was killed in a car accident.
Christel Demichel, who wore black, was married on Tuesday under a little-used law in the presence of friends and relatives at city hall in the southern city of Nice, local officials said. It would have been her husband Eric's 30th birthday.
"Eric and I promised when he was alive that we would get married," she told French television. "Even though he is dead, I respect the values I shared with him, especially as his death was not his fault."
Eric Demichel, a policeman, was killed in a hit-and-run car accident in September 2002. Christel, who was pregnant at the time, lost her baby in the same accident.
"I lived a beautiful love story and this wedding testifies to it," Demichel said.
Posthumous marriage is allowed in France under a law introduced by former President Charles de Gaulle.
I think it's nice. Good old de Gaulle.
― N. (nickdastoor), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 14:52 (twenty-two years ago)
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I've never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve month and one day
But when twelve months will come and gone
This young man will arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss one kiss of your lily white lips
One kiss is all that I crave
One kiss one kiss of your lily white lips
And return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my grave
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
Thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove
Where we used to walk
Pluck the finest flower of them all
To wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a nut from a dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from the maidens breast
That babe had never know
Go dig me a grave both long wide and deep
As quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep
For twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I've never had but one true love
And in Camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love
As any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave
For twelve months and one day
― Gene Ween (nickalicious), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 15:03 (twenty-two years ago)
What, did Charles de Gaulle have a bit of a slack day / a couple of J's?
"I know, why can't dead people get married? I mean one of them has to be alive, that would be stupid otherwise"
...
Later in french parliament
"No go on, you lot. One good answer why not and I'll sit down"
― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 15:49 (twenty-two years ago)
sixteen years pass...