My brother’s wife was Presbyterian. I found it odd that she and her parents went to three different Presbyterian churches. It might have been different branches.
My son’s wife is also Presbyterian and they got married in her church. They were allowed to have Beatles music played at the wedding. She marched down the aisle to the tune of “Here Comes the Son.” I teased my son that when he stepped up to the altar, they should play “Fool on the Hill.”