When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, 'You're next.'
They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.
Attending a wedding for the first time, Little Susie whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride dressed in white?"
At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, "aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?"