You were standing at the altar... Alone. Today should be your and Phil's wedding. However, Phil wasn't here yet. The guests and especially your father, were pissed.

Suddenly the door of the elevator, that lead to the venue on the roof terrace, open. Phil runs up to the altar followed by Stu, Doug and Alan. Almost there he tripped over his own feet, falling face first onto the floor. You had to hold back your laughter. Phil stands up, his nose bleeding.

Phil: "Sorry. We lost Doug.. Again.."