The forlorn cry of a wolf echoes across mist-shrouded fens. By the light of a full moon you see in the distance the cyclopean bulk of a gigantic stone cathedral, its ramparts slashing through the fog and towering as if to touch the vault of the heavens. Drawing near you see the exquisitely hewn blocks of marble that form its walls, while high above are the grotesque caricatures of the gargoyles: frozen in stone, seeming to leer and gibber their demoniac blasphemies into the moaning wind swirling down from the towers. You enter the dimly lit nave. The flickering candlelight reveals hundreds of ancient oaken pews flanked by yellowed tapestries and stained glass depicting the deeds of the christian martyrs and saints. The hall resounds with the ethereal harmonies of a centuries old pipe organ and the air is filled with the sweet fragrance of incense and the waxen foetor of hundreds of burning candles. The wizened crone at the organ starts to play the wedding march. The wedding is about to begin!

Now that would be a cool wedding! (Oh, yeah. There would also have to be a hunchback swinging from rafter to rafter and calling out "Sanctuary, Sanctuary" during the ceremony. Then it would be really cool!)