Back home, we had a tradition: the worse the weddin', the better the marriage. That's why our people worked so hard to ruin each other's weddin' days. It gave the bride an' groom somethin' to overcome an' a cause for hope...like, there's nowhere to go from here but up. We told an' retold the stories over an' over, an' they just got better with age. But just like with anythin', sooner or later someone's gonna go too far. Take it to extremes. Face it, there are some calamities that just don't sound better no matter how many times you retell 'em. Like the end a' the world, for example. That was the monkey business my brothers got up to on my weddin' day. They figured, if they could pull it off, they'd set me up for the greatest marriage of all time, because how could you ruin anybody's weddin' day any worse than endin' the world? This just goes to show how dirt-suckin' stupid my brothers could be.
Robert T. Jeschonek (Author)