Cappuccino: Describe your ideal wedding.
I walk down the aisle wearing a Vera Wang. Doves are released, dozens, then hundreds, then thousands. So many doves. Where did they come from? We only ordered twelve. How can there be this many doves? Oh no, they’ve gone insane. They’re pecking the crowd, the priest, my family. Oh my poor fiancee! I never even got to tell him that… I didn’t want to marry him anymore because I just noticed the night before that he bites down on the fork when he eats.
The doves disperse, leaving a horrific scene before my eyes, the death, the carnage, the blood-soaked white feathers. This was…. the best wedding ever. I take as many pictures as I can as tears of happiness steam down my face.