Cecil had half a mind not to come. The day he received the "Save the Date" he had crumpled it up and thrown it away before he could even catch when the date was. Not only was she dating the most despicable person in town, she had now decided to marry him. Steve Carlsburg. He wasn't particularly close to Abby to begin with, but it was so hard to talk to her with him around.
And yet somehow, the crumpled up invite found itself out of the garbage and he found himself wearing a pair of diving fins and a toga (y'know, formal wear) and standing outside of the church where his sister was about to take the last name Carlsburg.
He sat on the bride's side just about as far as he could manage from Steve. There he was standing all nervously and jittery, sweat visibly dripping down the side of his temple. Disgusting. Cecil tore his eyes away from the mess currently desecrating the alter area and gazed over to the area of church where the groom's family sat. Sure, they all looked like charming, teary-eyed, caring people, but surely anything that produced Steve Carlsburg had something sinister to it. It's funny how you can hide so much grossness with smiles and covert "thumbs up" to the groom.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and out in flew a cloud of bats. Behind the bats, of course, was Abby in her wedding gown, walking down the aisle. She looked radiant draped in all of that tinfoil, and he could just make out her face behind the veil. When she arrived at the alter and the veil was lifted, there was a sort of smile on his face that Cecil hadn't seen since... well he couldn't even remember when. And there was Steve... with that same sort of smile. Steve Carlsburg. The two of them smiling like that... well it just seemed sort of right. As much as Cecil hated Steve, it seemed like he was exactly where he needed to be. And Cecil felt very glad to be there.