the wedding

Another day, another wedding. The chandelier thought.
Do humans ever get tired of the boring ritual that supposedly bonds two together?
Not at all, because this is they are still doing it.
This story might intrigue you. It might also make you think twice about getting married if you are not sure about your partner and his/her family.
It was Saturday in December that the Brazilian(or some type of Italian)-Irish couple decided to get married. They were a really funny looking couple. The bride, who was at least six foot, was taller than her fiancé by at least eight inches. She was really pretty, too. She looked like she could be in her mid-thirties. The man, on the other hand, was short, bald and pushing ninety. The worts on his head looked like mounds of mud. Ew.
Such a weird couple…
“Oh my gosh,” the chandelier gasped. “She’s getting married again?” It took a while to recognize the woman she had seen on multiple occasions. She has seen the Brazilian at least a dozen times in the past five years.
What happened to the last one? She should have stopped asking after the fifth one…
She had on the same dress: A thin, pink strapless with four ruffles at the bottom. Same hairdo: up in a bun.
The scene looked too familiar.
It was a small wedding, with only thirty people there. None of them looked happy, not even the bride. All of them were her family.
Suspicious.
The bride looked really annoyed. Maybe he was too old, and unattractive. Maybe he was more attractive head on…
Or maybe she was getting tired of the play she was starring in over and over again.
Poor woman. Maybe the man had a nice personality.
Or maybe she was forced into doing it.
He probably had money…Whatever the reason, didn’t seem like a good one.
As the couple stood at the alter, everyone was dead silent. No one moved.
Something was about to happen.
The priestest was talking so slow. As she spoke, whatever was behind her back looked really interesting to her. As she began to speak, the bride began to cry.
“Blah blah blah blah.” Was all I heard from then on.
As the groom leaned in for the kiss, the bride stepped back. He fell forward flat on his face.
The whole room began to laugh.
He got up slowly and began to laugh at himself.
The bride was still crying.
As the piano began to play, they began to walk out of the room.
As they stepped between the first two rows, a man with greasy hair grabbed the groom. He then pushed him to the ground.
As he was on the ground, the man shot him until he was dead.
Sad Story.
He had it coming. Ignorance of your wife’s past could hurt in the future.
Haha, it did more than hurt this man.
Marriage, such a waste of time.
Now divorce court….THAT is something to be apart of.