from Tatterdemalion Bride

The groom is chatting with his younger brother, who is sitting in the front row. They are waving their hands at each other in gestures that translate into intercourse and masturbation. The groom is stone drunk and has momentarily forgotten all about the bride or that hešs about to get hitched. As he shakes the whipped cream can, the hooker from the night before materializes in his alcoholic haze. She sashays down the aisle towards the altar, one long, blue, star spangled nail tapping the clasp of her black, sequined g-string. The groom's hips thrust out towards her as his brotheršs high-pitched laugh shoots her between the eyes. She falls back and dissolves into the leftover confetti from the previous nuptials.