once upon a time "True story"!!

NICE, France (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 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.

Patriot

An old story
I
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The Mosque-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day.

II
The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.
Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels--
But give me your sun from yonder skies!"
They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"         

III
Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun
To give it my loving friends to keep!
Nought man could do, have I left undone:
And you see my harvest, what I reap
This very day, now a year is run.

IV
There's nobody on the house-tops now--
Just a palsied few at the windows set;
For the best of the sight is, all allow,
At the Shambles' Gate--or, better yet,
By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.                   

V
I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind;
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.

VI
Thus I entered, and thus I go!
In triumphs, people have dropped down dead.
"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe
 Me?"--God might question; now instead,
'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.