The banging on his door would wake the dead. Hung-over, Wolfwood answered it.
Vash's pants were undone. Meryl's shirt, the same. What the hell?
"...Tongari?"
"We need you to marry us," said Vash. "Right now."
"...Why?"
"Not till we're married." Meryl was firm. "You're a minister."
Nonplussed, Wolfwood scratched his head. "Um... Do you?"
"Yes."
"Do you?"
"Oh, yes."
"Okay, you're married." The newlyweds grinned and left.
Soon, the thumping on the wall was enough to wake the dead. Wolfwood groaned and left the room, to find Milly in the hall.
"You either, Big Girl?"
"Mr. Priest, let's get married!"