No way. I'll get married when I'm like, sixty to my boyfriend of forty-five years who's been badgering me about getting married like, forty years ago. And my dad would be dead, so I'll have my oldest grandkid walk me down the aisle in my revealing white dress, watching all of my old lady friends watch me in their so not-for-the-old-school-crowd dresses which will be strapless, accentuating their veiny, flabby arms, and no-one will truly party at my wedding because they're too busy playing bingo and conplaining about their ankles and my honeymoon trip will be a trip to the doctor's office to find out about those back pains. I certainly feel bad for all of my future illegitimate children.
Next is someone who thinks my plans are ridiculous?