I’ll take a funeral over a wedding any day.<\/p>\n
You don’t have to rehearse a funeral. And there are no formal meals or receptions involved. You stand up in front of the honored guest, and do your thing, say your prayers, enjoy a couple of great songs, and go your way.<\/p>\n
But with weddings,\u00a0 you have these rehearsals where a thousand things can go wrong, where the bride and her mother argue, where bridesmaids sometimes see how risque’ they can dress, and the groomsmen how rambunctious they can behave.\u00a0 You have a wedding director who may or may not be capable. (I’ll take a drill sergeant from Parris Island any day\u00a0over a\u00a0lazy director who has no idea all the awful things that can happen the next day.)<\/p>\n
Weddings have a hundred moments where slipups can occur and trouble can happen.\u00a0 Brides are late to church, grooms forget the rings, someone has been drinking, the flower girl is crying, photographers are arguing, the wedding director is pulling her hair out, and the caterer is trying to get paid. The candles\u00a0either did not arrive, will not light, or are dripping wax on the carpet.\u00a0The limo is late bringing the maids and the bride because, this being his third wedding of the day, each one took more time than he had allowed, so instead of arriving at the church at 6:30 for a 7:00 wedding, the limousine pulls in at 7:45.<\/p>\n
Charles and I were standing outside the sanctuary waiting for the musical cue from the organist signaling time for us to enter. He was marrying a lovely young lass whose father was an Air Force officer. We had done the obligatory pre-marital counseling sessions, although they both seemed reluctant and uninvolved, like this was something they wanted to get over.\u00a0 My watch said “Two o’clock,” but the organist kept playing.\u00a0 He and I had done a hundred weddings before, so I knew to listen for the Trumpet Voluntare and not to enter until he sounded it out.<\/p>\n
Something was amiss.<\/p>\n
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Ten minutes Charles and I stood there waiting and wondering, both of us getting more antsy and concerned by the minute. Finally, a groomsman came around the building.\u00a0 “The bride’s not here.”<\/p>\n
“She and her mother were still here at 1 o’clock,” he said, “putting the finishing touches on the decorations.\u00a0 They were in blue jeans. And they had to drive back to the Air Force Base to change.”<\/p>\n
So we stood there waiting.\u00a0 Cell phones were not in existence then, so no one had the first idea where the bride was or when we could expect her.\u00a0 The organist played on, and we waited.<\/p>\n
All the while, Charles the groom grew madder and madder.\u00a0 He was in no mood to get married that day.<\/p>\n
The church was filled with hundreds of family and friends, all of them wondering about the delay.<\/p>\n
“Charles,” I said, “let me talk to you.”<\/p>\n
“In a few minutes, Sherilyn is going to arrive and we’re going to have a wedding.\u00a0 You are going to get married today.\u00a0 But right now, you are in no frame of mind for this.\u00a0 You need to cool down, my friend.”<\/p>\n
Honestly, I could not tell whether he was processing a thing I said or not.\u00a0 He was fuming.<\/p>\n
So I tried again.<\/p>\n
“Charles, if you want to ruin your marriage, I mean completely sabotage your honeymoon and get off to a terrible start, be sure to unload on Sherilyn and let her know how angry you are.\u00a0 Are you listening to me?”<\/p>\n
The jury was still out on that.<\/p>\n
The\u00a0bottom line\u00a0is that this groom-to-be simply did not have enough self-control to rein in his emotions.\u00a0 He was angry as\u00a0he could\u00a0be,\u00a0and he would make sure his bride knew how mad he was for embarrassing\u00a0him and his family\u00a0before all these important people who had come to see them married today.<\/p>\n
During the ceremony, Charles was stoic and unemotional.\u00a0 During the picture-taking time following the ceremony, he was sullen.\u00a0 He endured the reception. But as soon as they were in the car leaving the church, he unloaded on her.\u00a0 I was not there and did not hear what he said, but I can imagine.<\/p>\n
The honeymoon was over before it started, and the marriage became a disaster.<\/p>\n
They were divorced within the year.<\/p>\n
I did one wedding with a bandage across my forehead. The day before, the funeral car in which I was riding broad-sided a pickup truck that ran a stop sign. My head broke the dashboard.\u00a0 To this day, what looks like frown marks between my eyes are actually scars.\u00a0 Those wedding pictures show up on Facebook now and then, thanks to the sense of humor in a bride and groom. Everyone\u00a0looks great, the wedding party is beautiful and impressive.\u00a0\u00a0But the preacher has a small white bandage in the middle of his forehead.<\/p>\n
In one wedding the bride fainted in the middle of my opening remarks.\u00a0 At first, I thought she was swooning on her father’s arm. Then she dissolved into a puddle at his feet.\u00a0 I asked the party to be seated and the best man to carry the bride into the parlor.\u00a0 A few family members gathered around as the young lady was laid on the carpet. Someone\u00a0broke open a capsule of smelling salts.\u00a0 As she\u00a0came to,\u00a0the bride up looked into her mother’s face and said, “Oh, mother. I’ve embarrassed you before all your friends.” “Hush!” said her sweet mama.\u00a0 As the bride regained her composure, I asked, “Would you like to\u00a0shorten the ceremony? We can cut a lot out of it.”\u00a0 They planned this for so long, she said, she didn’t want to lose any of it. “But talk fast.”\u00a0\u00a0I did.<\/p>\n
Once, a\u00a0woman called to ask if I could tell her when she’d gotten married.\u00a0 I said, “You don’t know the date of your own wedding?”\u00a0 The marriage had not been a good one, she said,\u00a0and they were no longer living together. But she was trying to get some health benefits now, and\u00a0the Veterans Administration needed\u00a0the date of her wedding. She named two possible dates. “It’s one of those, I think,” she said.\u00a0 Strangely, the dates were not in the same years.\u00a0 An hour later, I called her back. “I found the correct date in my records,” I told her.\u00a0\u00a0She had been wrong about both dates.\u00a0Her marriage was on another day altogether.<\/p>\n
I’d rather do funerals.\u00a0 No corpse has ever been late or demanding or forgot the date.\u00a0 They’re all satisfied customers.<\/p>\n
At least, I think they are. I’ve never had one to complain.<\/p>\n
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