(A Joke, for Three Readers) by Audrey of Coursey
Officiant:
Bride and Groom,
today is the day you commit yourselves to each other
before family, friends, the state,
and whatever Deity may care to notice.
Your love has chosen you for each other,
and that choice has opened you up
to the many changes you now face,
as you become legally wed.
Your lives will never be the same.
You will leave today joined to each other
as you are joined to no one else on Earth.
Bride:
Dearest, today I promise to file a joint tax return with you,
every spring.
Groom:
My love, today I promise to visit you in prison,
should you ever be incarcerated,
for the rest of your days.
Bride:
Darling, I commit to you, through sickness as through health,
and to visit you in the hospital when you are ill,
since I will now be legally admitted to see you.
Groom:
Sweetie pie, I pledge to make well-reasoned decisions
about your medical care,
as your legal spouse with the right and responsibility to do so.
Bride:
Honey, I pledge to file joint bankruptcy with you,
in the case of such extreme financial need.
Groom:
Angel, I commit to celebrate our union
by making full use of discounted family memberships,
at whatever venue thus honors our wedded love.
Bride:
Sugar, today I vow to consider, and perhaps use,
my spousal right to immunity from testifying against you
in a court of law.
Groom:
Sunshine of my soul, if you should be killed as you follow your dream calling as a policewoman, I promise to collect the $100,000 death benefit awarded by the state to the spouse of a public safety officer killed in the line of duty.
Bride:
Keeper of my heart, since, under federal laws governing reclamation and irrigation of lands, the basic unit of ownership is 160 irrigable acres, and inherited lands in private ownership that become excess after the death of a spouse are eligible to receive water from a project under the Federal Reclamation Laws, I promise to authorize the Secretary of the Interior to furnish water to those lands without contract, as long as the lands are owned by me, the surviving, legal spouse, until I remarry.
Groom:
Beloved, today I vow to make full use of my legal entitlement to
bereavement leave, in the unthinkable case of your passing.
Officiant:
You found the keys to each other’s hearts,
but they have become lost in the cluttered house of your relationship.
Now you must remain there, in each other’s hearts, forever.
Both:
I promise to love and care for you.
I will try in every way to be worthy of your love.
But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you.
I love you -
at least as long as same-sex marriages are illegal,
because when gay people can legally get married just like us,
which would inevitably endanger our own marriage through unforeseeable threats we shudder to think of,
this union will be automatically null and void.
Officiant:
I now pronounce you legally wed.
You may now make out with each other in front of everyone you know.
(And, yes, these are all things wedded couples are entitled to, and domestic partners are, usually, not.)