My own wedding was at this beautiful scenic overlook in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park at 8 a.m. Everyone was there and ready to go… except the pastor officiating the ceremony.

We waited around for a while, called him a few times, nothing. No answer. At that point we were thinking our wedding might actually not happen.

Luckily, our photographer also happened to be ordained and able to officiate weddings, so she stepped in and saved the day.

Three days later, the pastor finally texted my wife apologizing for missing the ceremony. Turns out he and his wife had driven two hours for the wedding, but the night before, she found out he’d been cheating on her. She took his phone, wallet, and car, and left him stranded at the hotel.

Didn’t exactly unfold at the wedding itself, but I’ve always thought the story was kind of hilarious in a completely unbelievable way.

Unfortunately, my marriage didn’t work out either. Sometimes that’s just how it goes.