Nice try.
However, here's the way it will go.
NJSC will rule that the need to give the Voter a choice trumps a "hypertechnical" (a phrase borrowed from the Clown Car Court in Florida) reading of the Law.
Lautenberg gets in the race. Forrester decides not to appeal, as he believes that a moderate Republican can beat a has been Democrat in New Jersey.
About a week into the new race, Torricelli is found dining with the Fishes in the Hudson River. Nobody cares. His will, written when he was five, donates all his money to the Marine Corps and the U.S. Government. The Marines spend their cut of Torch's money on seatbelts in the troubled OSPREY program. The U.S. Government loses their cut somewhere in the Bureau of Weights and Measures.
Meanwhile, Forrester campaigns as a candidate of the Twenty First Century. Lautenberg campaigns against Forrester based on the claim that Forrester is against the good work of President Roosevelt. Lautenberg starts singing "My Way" at every campaign stop, killing dogs at every event.
Forrester wins by three percent. Bank on it. Meanwhile, McGreevey holds a sit down with the Democratic Party bosses. The partnership of Michael Corleone and Hyman Roth get the take from the Copacabana, while the Lake Road Boys get the Nacional. Order is restored in Atlantic City.
Finally, aside from the fact that Forrester is actually a great candidate (I can tell this already from the interviews I've seen and from his performance in debate), I would like to point out the striking similarity between the following individuals.
They are all dead.
I mean, you all didn't think that Lautenberg was among the living, do you?
Be Seeing You,
Chris