The ceremony wasn't what I'd wanted, either. I wanted a priest and I got Reverend Goodvibes. Reverend Goodvibes's answering machine holds a greeting from his dogs. This should've been a red flag, but it was not my wedding as I was reminded yet again. Reverend Goodvibes performed what started out to be a nice service until he went into his sermon. He compared my daughter's wedding to the ritual that the Queen of England held at Princess Diana's funeral. He went on to say that the funeral was a ritual because the Queen disliked Diana. What did this have to do with my daughter's wedding?Again I held my tongues as my wife squeezed my hand, tears flowing down her face. She was crying for joy. If I could've mustered up a tear or two, they wouldn't have been tears of joy.