ROTFLOL! That is priceless.
I had no idea I had participated in such an extraordinary event where mere mortals such as Protestants were even permitted through the doors of the church, let alone up at the altar next to the bride.
But it is quite satisfying to know that something I've done three times is so rare in your life.
Just lucky, I guess.
Incredible luck is a major component in most cofabulations. It is often referred to as deus ex machina. It helps tie the implausible ends together, but requires a suspension of disbelief. Its just looks pretty clumsy because I still don't believe you.
It appears that along with
mangled theology,
mangled reality testing,
mangled Bibles,
mangled history texts,
mangled daffynitionaries,
mangled logic texts, . . .
I guess it’s kind of automatic . . .
one ends up with mangled perceptions and mangled emotions.
High Mass,
Biomass . . .
Pomp and Circumstance, Hoopla.
One hopes that somehow God was involved.
If not, what a vainglorious waste, affront, even.