In March 2008 (as noted by the date stamp on the picture iteslf), my Live Brother got married in a small informal ceremony in Nashville, Tennessee. I live in Atlanta so I drove up for the event. I thought it might be nice to take the Dead Brother to the wedding, so my husband fixed up a tie for him, I safely secured him with the seat belt in the passenger seat, and we drove the 4 hours to the wedding.
My Live Brother knew about and approved of the idea that Marty should attend the wedding, and decided that he would bring our Dead Mother along as well. He dressed her up in a lovely yellow doll dress, and the owner of the bed and breakfast where the wedding was held even gave Dead Mother some flowers for the top of the box. So while my Dead Brother was initially my date, he ended up being the escort for another Dead Guest, which really, is far more appropriate.
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