You walk around an empty, dead, foggy forest, practicing your vows for your wedding you didn’t expect. As you practice more and more, you grab the ring from your pocket and slip it onto a what you think is a branch coming out of the ground.

Then, the wind gets stronger, the crows start to sqwauk like crazy as the ground starts to shake. Then, a black figure emerges from the ground before revealing their face, removing a black veil from their face to reveal a dead bride. Oh no.