Apparently in high demand for the purpose, I’ve not only pinky-sworn into a backup marriage at 35, but also another with a different girl (assuming the first backup falls through) at 40.

Yesterday evening, asked to serve as a backup for yet another female friend, I informed her that, sadly, I was already twice taken. So, in response, she proposed we agree to wed should we both marry other people, yet have our respective future spouses both kick the proverbial bucket.

As I always say, It never hurts to have a backup. Or three. Just in case.