All of her rotting friends and family are sitting or shambling around the pews. The organist is playing a madly out-of-tune version of 'Ina gadda da vida'. The priest is moaning incomprehensibly, waving around a moldy bible. She looks at you with wide, murky eyes, in that unique, mindless stare of hers. "BRAAAIN....?!" You may now kiss the bride.
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