How could you have made yourself a bigger fool? Stuttering and stammering over your words in front of everyone. You rock a rock as you chastise yourself. What would your betrothed think? How could you look anyone in the eye after you fumbled your wedding practice?

Determined to get it right you go over your vows again and again as you walk into the forest. Nailing them without the pressure of a crowd of people.

"With this ring I ask you to be mine," You finish as you slip the ring onto a stick that looks strikingly like a hand. No sooner than the final words of the vow leaving your lips did you realize that you have made a terrible mistake. A cold shiver ran down your spine as that stick shudders and slams it's into the ground. Out from the cold dirt crawls a man in tattered wedding clothing. He looks at you with awe and reverence.

"I do," the corpse groom whispers.