This probably shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does. Its just the whole “OMGLOOK–PROOF!” feel of the piece, coupled with the fact that the cover feels oh-so authentic. I mean, the rabbi(?) looks asleep. Ashton looks like he was timewarped from his two weeks as P. Diddy’s best friend, and is about two seconds from asking where his car is. And then Demi is all, “Here I am on the red car–I mean, getting married. We greyscaled so you couldn’t tell my dress was pink. Uh. That is, B&W; film’s more flattering. Yeah. Do you like my veil? Its Photoshop-I MEAN VERSACE.”

Which is not to say they’re not married, weirder things have happened. Like, say, Ashton’s career, or them dating in the first place. Or, y’know. Hillary Duff’s head.