"If anyone has a reason why these two should not wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." The pastor says, smiling down at the lovely couple before him. Just then the church doors opened with a BANG and a mysterious man strode in. "I object!" Sherlock's deep baritone echoed through the church, amplified by the beautiful windows. The husband-to-be spun around and stared at his dead best friend, eyes large. His face soon turned a lovely shade of purple as he gaped at the ghost in front of him. The pastor cleared his throat, "Why, my friend, do you object to this matrimony?" Sherlock stopped walking, standing in front of the altar and whipped his scarf off. "Because, you're missing the best man."