Years ago, I worked with a lovely girl and the two of us got on like a house on fire, only without all that pesky smoke. We laughed a lot, covered each other's work and were generally as devoted as two platonic employees could be without rankling the feathers of her perfect fiance.
Any time one of us did something that benefitted the other, it was our habit to quote the excruciating Bryan Adams song by saying 'everything I do, I do it for you'.
Time went by, as it does, and the day arrived when my lovely friend and her perfect fiance were to be married. To my horror, the invitation announced that not only was it to be an outdoor wedding but it was about an hour's drive outside of town and at an old Scout's camp in the woods to boot. The potential for a haunted wedding seemed high.
My worries were for naught as the day presented itself as perfect. The sun stayed throughout, the site was charming and the little birds and woodland animals carrying my friend's train down the aisle chirped a lovely tune.
The service was a fine one and lasted just the right amount of time. The happy couple had just begun their reverse procession when out of the woods blared the unmistakable strains of that ghastly song '...you know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you...' They had wired the surrounding forest for sound and to me, it just seemed wrong.
As they walked by my seat, he dashing and proud and she wearing that new bride smell, I mouthed to her 'I thought that was OUR song' and she just kept on walking.