In another thread we got on the topic of illegal weddings at Disney World. I shall write of my experience and post it here (I did on that other thread, but it then promptly died). The reason I put funeral in the topic line was due to the current popularity of that topic. I have not yet had a funeral at Disney World, although I am thinking of trying to hold one. Anyway, on to my story.
It was back in 1998. My girlfriend had consented to be my wife. However, my fiancé demanded that I ditch the girlfriend and marry her instead. I agreed, since I had only met my girlfriend the night before; plus she was simply a character on a new television show we had been watching (my fiancé and I) so it would not have worked out.
Anyway! My fiancé always dreamed of getting married on the grounds of Disney World. We could not afford the official Disney Wedding, which I believe started at $1,500.00 (for that price you were married on the ferry between the Boardwalk and Epcot). We could not afford even that.
Hence, we arranged for our four parents, our eight grandparents, our 14 siblings, our 143 friends, and my ranch foreman, Max (as I learned from the TV show Dallas, never go anywhere without your ranch foreman), to meet us on a certain day on the grounds of the Magic Kingdom.
The day arrived, as did three friends, three parents, two siblings and Max (we learned that sad day that none of our grandparents were alive, which explained the absence of birthday gifts over the years; the lack of a parent was a shock to me, but it did explain the odd looks I got from my mother over the past twenty four years whenever I would enquire about my father). As for the siblings, we were not sure what siblings meant, so we were gratified when two showed up. Turns out they are Morman. After talking to us a bit they left.
To make a long story short, you may take it to the bank that every single character you see is in reality a Disney Spy hired to stop illegal weddings dead in the tracks. The first time the preacher (Max; as a duly certified Ranch Foreman he is authorized to conduct weddings) attempted to read the Nuptials we were ambushed by Pocahontas, who swore in a dreadful language to scalp us if we proceeded. We ran off, and tried again, only to land in the soup with Ratatouille (I expected nothing else from that rat).
At our next attempt Max got to the question Whom does the groom believe his bride is? (my fiancé and I wrote our own questions or vows; I put this in to be sure I was marrying the right girl; Max was to tell me if I pointed to the wrong one) when Winnie the Pooh poohed all over everything. Indeed, he was tipped off by Cinderella who had offered to be the flower girl (which I thought odd since (1) we didnt have any flowers and (2) at the question, above, I initially pointed to her).
Anyway, after I had mistakenly identified Cinderella as my bride my fiancé decided that we should quit for the day. We later (much later, as it turned out) got married in Las Vegas, where they dont ask such foolish questions but simply go ahead and hook you up.
It was back in 1998. My girlfriend had consented to be my wife. However, my fiancé demanded that I ditch the girlfriend and marry her instead. I agreed, since I had only met my girlfriend the night before; plus she was simply a character on a new television show we had been watching (my fiancé and I) so it would not have worked out.
Anyway! My fiancé always dreamed of getting married on the grounds of Disney World. We could not afford the official Disney Wedding, which I believe started at $1,500.00 (for that price you were married on the ferry between the Boardwalk and Epcot). We could not afford even that.
Hence, we arranged for our four parents, our eight grandparents, our 14 siblings, our 143 friends, and my ranch foreman, Max (as I learned from the TV show Dallas, never go anywhere without your ranch foreman), to meet us on a certain day on the grounds of the Magic Kingdom.
The day arrived, as did three friends, three parents, two siblings and Max (we learned that sad day that none of our grandparents were alive, which explained the absence of birthday gifts over the years; the lack of a parent was a shock to me, but it did explain the odd looks I got from my mother over the past twenty four years whenever I would enquire about my father). As for the siblings, we were not sure what siblings meant, so we were gratified when two showed up. Turns out they are Morman. After talking to us a bit they left.
To make a long story short, you may take it to the bank that every single character you see is in reality a Disney Spy hired to stop illegal weddings dead in the tracks. The first time the preacher (Max; as a duly certified Ranch Foreman he is authorized to conduct weddings) attempted to read the Nuptials we were ambushed by Pocahontas, who swore in a dreadful language to scalp us if we proceeded. We ran off, and tried again, only to land in the soup with Ratatouille (I expected nothing else from that rat).
At our next attempt Max got to the question Whom does the groom believe his bride is? (my fiancé and I wrote our own questions or vows; I put this in to be sure I was marrying the right girl; Max was to tell me if I pointed to the wrong one) when Winnie the Pooh poohed all over everything. Indeed, he was tipped off by Cinderella who had offered to be the flower girl (which I thought odd since (1) we didnt have any flowers and (2) at the question, above, I initially pointed to her).
Anyway, after I had mistakenly identified Cinderella as my bride my fiancé decided that we should quit for the day. We later (much later, as it turned out) got married in Las Vegas, where they dont ask such foolish questions but simply go ahead and hook you up.
DH laughs at his father but I'm really afraid that FIL is serious. Of course he'll be dead so it will be too late for him to force the issue. 
