DesertFox
03-18-2006, 09:19 PM
Joseph Sobran
2 Mar 06
Neither of them could have imagined their romance leading to an eventual appearance before the U.S. Supreme Court. But as Shakespeare says, “Who can control his fate?”
It was love at first sight. He, J. Howard Marshall, was an 89-year old Texas multibillionaire, or polybillionaire, recently widowed; she, Anna Nicole Smith, was a voluptuous-and-then-some stripper basking in his admiration. And as Woody Allen Today's column is "TKTKTK" -- Read Joe's columns the day he writes them.has said, “The heart wants what it wants.”
He murmured the magic words: “Me Dante, you Beatrice.” Soon — perhaps inevitably — they were united in holy wedlock. A year later, Mr. Marshall was a goner. He may have expired blissfully, like one of those amorous Australian spiders who, though fully realizing that his first love must end in his being devoured by the object of his passion, nevertheless says, “What the heck. You only live once anyway.”
Today, 11 years later, the widow Marshall, still in the full bloom of bimbohood, is contesting her late husband’s will, which, she says, he had promised to change before the Grim Reaper did its stuff. But since she has no witnesses to corroborate her version, lower courts have upheld the will, which leaves his fortune to his son, E. Pierce Marshall. ...
Marshall has a strong legal case, but his stepmother can pose two commonsense questions, both of which will be hard to rebut: Why do you think the old man married her, anyway? And why do you think she married him, anyway?
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2 Mar 06
Neither of them could have imagined their romance leading to an eventual appearance before the U.S. Supreme Court. But as Shakespeare says, “Who can control his fate?”
It was love at first sight. He, J. Howard Marshall, was an 89-year old Texas multibillionaire, or polybillionaire, recently widowed; she, Anna Nicole Smith, was a voluptuous-and-then-some stripper basking in his admiration. And as Woody Allen Today's column is "TKTKTK" -- Read Joe's columns the day he writes them.has said, “The heart wants what it wants.”
He murmured the magic words: “Me Dante, you Beatrice.” Soon — perhaps inevitably — they were united in holy wedlock. A year later, Mr. Marshall was a goner. He may have expired blissfully, like one of those amorous Australian spiders who, though fully realizing that his first love must end in his being devoured by the object of his passion, nevertheless says, “What the heck. You only live once anyway.”
Today, 11 years later, the widow Marshall, still in the full bloom of bimbohood, is contesting her late husband’s will, which, she says, he had promised to change before the Grim Reaper did its stuff. But since she has no witnesses to corroborate her version, lower courts have upheld the will, which leaves his fortune to his son, E. Pierce Marshall. ...
Marshall has a strong legal case, but his stepmother can pose two commonsense questions, both of which will be hard to rebut: Why do you think the old man married her, anyway? And why do you think she married him, anyway?
More (http://www.sobran.com/columns/)