Mr. and Mrs. Klump, meet Mr. and Mrs. Klump

One of the problems with belonging to a really small community where everyone has the same last name and inter-community marriages are common, is that marriage invitations end up sounding incredibly incestuous.

Take this wedding invite I got from my cousin today, for instance (yeesh! that's what the world needs - more married people!). His last name is the same as mine. Let's call it Klump. So he's Mr. Klump. And his parents are Mr. and Mrs. Klump. Only trouble is, his mother's maiden name is Klump as well, so his grandparents are Mr. and Mrs. Klump and Mr. and Mrs. Klump.

To add to the fun, his fiancee's last name is also Klump. As, obviously, is her parents'.

So the invitation I got today is a card addressed to Mr. Klump, inviting him to the wedding of Mr. Klump, grandson of Mr and Mrs Klump and Mr and Mrs Klump, to Miss Klump, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Klump. Scary, isn't it?

On the plus side, this means my family has long ago solved the dilemma of whether a woman should take on her husband's last name after marriage - all you have to do is have the same last name to start with! So much for feminism.

NB: People reading this post are NOT allowed to make any of the following crummy jokes:

"Is there Klump in the house?"

"Do you take on Klump with your tea, or two?"

"You can't make a porridge without having Klumps"