Monday, February 11, 2008

At least she died happy

It's terribly sad to read about the bride who died at her own wedding reception. Really. She was 36 and felt like she was living her own version of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. And I would rather live to be single and 80 than get married and die before I hit my honeymoon.

But at least she got to accept the proposal, wear the shiny diamond ring, shop for her wedding dress, walk down the aisle, be pronounced a wife. A tiny part of me envies her.
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1 comment:

  1. I disagree with you. I would rather die very happy than live a long lonely life.

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