That last wedding story reminded me of this one. This one might be one of those “you had to be there” stories, but I don’t care. I’m telling it anyways, cause I think it’s hilarious.
A long time ago, in a state that’s somewhat far away, my family and I were invited to my cousin’s wedding. As we don’t get to see them that often, we decided that this happy occasion was a good reason for visiting. We loaded ourselves in the car and drove up to Detroit to witness the festivities. We arrived the night before the wedding and hung out with some of our aunts/uncles/cousins before we got to see the rest of them the next day.
On our way to the wedding, we learned it was going to be a Catholic service. This was not good news for us, as Catholic weddings are long and very boring to sit through. I was hoping that I’d be able to stay awake during the entire service. We entered the church, found our seats, and mingled until the wedding started. As I suspected, the service was very long and incredibly boring. Towards the end of it, however, I saw something that I had never seen at a Catholic wedding before. The priest had the couple kneel down in front of him, and put his hand out over their heads (to send his love and prayers to the bride and groom), making him look like this.
That’s right, it looked like he was giving the nazi salute.
Then, he told everyone else in the church to follow suit, so they did it too. Now, the whole crowd (except for me and the person on either side of me) was giving the happy couple the nazi salute, making the church look like this.
At this point, I had to cough to cover up the fact that I was trying not to laugh. My younger brother, who was on one side, and my wife (although we weren’t married yet at the time) who was on the other, both gave me the “What’s so funny?” look. I gestured to the crowd and, recalling what I had seen of them in the movies, I snapped off my best full-motion nazi salute, including slapping my feet together.
They both immediately got what I was saying, and now they needed to stop themselves from laughing too. My mom, who was on the other side of my brother, gave me “The Look” so, I let it go after that. Later on, at the reception (when everyone was drinking) I busted the salute out a couple more times for comedic effect. Strangely, nobody, except for the three of us, thought that what the rest of them did was odd.
I still have yet to see this done at any other wedding that I’ve attended. It was weird as hell.