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had written the ceremony. It went on, and on, and on, with lots of readings that were special to the couple, to their parents, to their dogs, to their . . . well, you get the picture. The church was freezing and the guests were getting restless - especially those of us on the bride's side of the family because the next weekend we all had to be down in Maryland for another cousin's wedding. Anyway the ceremony, which had been encapsulated within a mass finally ended after a good 2 and a half hours. The priest celebrating the mass was a cousin of the groom. He ended the service with: "This mass and this marriage are ended." My mother and I were cracking up; the rest of the family was just sooooo glad it was finally over. The marriage lasted about 20 years, but it ended when the groom decided to move back to his parents' house on Long Island - a 1920s mansion. It was quite lovely, but really needed a lot of work. The bride, my cousin, was less than thrilled, especially since it meant that she had to live with her in-laws and wasn't consulted about the move. The marriage went belly up shortly thereafter.
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