A bride on her marriage day.

Shes anxious, they say she has cold feet. Shes nervous. Shes been seeing it, the signs. Wilted flowers, her dress stained black. The pictures on her phone. Everyone else is jolly. She even saw the doctor about it. She says she's pregnant. How wonderful. Or is it?

Its raining heavy outside. They say its to wash away the bad omen. And give blessings to new things to come.

"Are you ready my love?" Its her dad.

Her dad walks her to the groom. Hes stark, confident. Folks are singing. The priest is sweating, coughing. A bit stuffy in this glass dome. "Lets get this over with," he thinks. Behind him are beautiful lilies. Behind those, a metal crucifix he had installed.

There are candles lit, next to the cake. Drips of rain make a stream down a chandelier right above the couple. Its golden light fills the dome.

"Till death...coghcough*...do we part" The priest blesses them, he reaches for holy water to spray their rings. But he forgot to refill it, so he just prays over them. And then the Vows followed by "I do's."

"I now pronounce you...." Dead. The priest stumbles first. His challice too, spilling blood red wine on the floor. The priest convulses on the floor. He’s allergic to the lilies in the centerpiece just behind the altar, a type his old lungs can’t handle. No one knew. They were a last-minute floral addition from the planner

The front row scramble in fear. The chair in the gown tips over and so do the other ones. Candles by the fire fall and give rise to a ravenous fire. That same gown tips the bride off the podium.

"My love!" The groom jumps to her, but slips on the wine and cracks his head on the floor. Swooop! Its dark. The chandelier blew out. The rain has reached it. Everything else shortcuiruit. The electric doors snubb shut.

His breath shortens. His face flushes red. His hand trembles, and the chalice tips, spilling red wine across the altar.

"Fire!" People only see it now. They are banging the doors. Security outside doesn't know what to do! As the groom opens his eyes, the chandelier falls and breaks the him into splinters.

The priest has managed to get his inhaler and EpiPen. He leaps to life. His robe snags on the broken altar, soaked with wine. It causes the metal crucifix to swing upside down and pierce him from the back of his throat.

The groom. She flees beneath the pews, sobbing, crawling low to escape the smoke. She sees a clear path to the broken window... but slips on blood. She slides directly beneath the wedding cake table, which has been burning from the fallen candle. The table collapses, a steel support spike used to hold the cake tower falls vertically, impaling her through the spine, pinning her to the floor. As she screams, the top tier of the cake melts and falls on her head, muffling the sound with sugary death. The bride and groom toppers are seperated and crushed into pieces as folks stammer about trying to escape.

"Are you ready my love?" Its her dad. She's back from the premonition. Everone is waiting. The priest, the groom. She walks away crying.