Sixteen years ago today, we got married. On that morning, I had less than $30 in my checking account, having spent the massive sum of $80 the night before on pizza and two liter softdrinks for our rehearsal dinner. My car was a small Kia with a leaky radiator someone had given me, because I couldn't afford a car. My bride was in the early stages of the heart failure that had killed her mother, grandmother, and cousin.