What was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life quickly turned into something far more unsettling—a day I’d never forget, for reasons I couldn’t have imagined.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” my dad asked, his voice a mix of pride and concern as I stood before the mirror, adjusting my veil. My reflection stared back at me, a bride ready to walk down the aisle. My heart raced with anticipation, but my hands were steady. This was it. My day. My perfect wedding.

“I’ve been ready my whole life, Dad,” I smiled. Everything was falling into place just as I had planned. I spent months picking the perfect flowers, the perfect colors—every detail meticulously chosen.

But life has a strange way of unraveling even the most carefully laid plans.

The ceremony began like a dream. The music was soft, the guests seated and smiling. I walked down the aisle toward Jacob, my soon-to-be husband. Everything was perfect, just as I had envisioned. Jacob stood there with his easy grin, the man I’d fallen for four years ago, and for a moment, it felt like nothing in the world could go wrong.
But then it did.

Just as Jacob and I were about to exchange vows, something strange caught my eye at the back of the venue. A group of men was approaching, carrying something—something heavy. My breath hitched as I tried to make sense of it. A wedding gift? I thought. But as they moved closer, a sense of dread washed over me.
A coffin.

The wooden coffin, topped with an oversized red bow, was being carried slowly down the aisle, right toward us. My mind raced, desperately trying to comprehend what was happening. The once-lighthearted atmosphere shifted, the air now thick with confusion and unease. The guests fell silent, whispers replaced by the eerie creak of the coffin being placed at the altar, just feet away from where Jacob and I stood.
I looked at Jacob, my heart thudding in my chest. His face mirrored mine—shock, disbelief. He was as clueless as I was.

“What is this?” I muttered, my voice barely audible as fear curled in my stomach.

Before anyone could react, Derek, Jacob’s best man and notorious prankster, stepped forward, grinning from ear to ear. Derek had always been the ringleader of Jacob’s group of friends, constantly pulling ridiculous stunts. But this—this was something else.
He approached the coffin, slowly lifting the lid with a sense of theatricality that made my skin crawl. Time seemed to slow as my mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last.

And then, he revealed it.

Inside the coffin, there wasn’t a body—no grim prank waiting to shock us all. Instead, lying there was a framed portrait of Jacob, a massive red bow wrapped around it like a gift. The absurdity of it took a moment to register. I blinked, struggling to comprehend.

Then, Derek’s voice cut through the stunned silence. “Surprise!” he shouted, followed by the laughter of Jacob’s friends as they emerged from behind the coffin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I breathed, still processing the scene. They had planned the whole thing—a twisted joke to symbolize that Jacob was “dead” to them now that he was getting married.

The guests, still wide-eyed, seemed unsure whether to laugh or gasp. Jacob, looking sheepish and embarrassed, glanced at me, hands raised in innocence. “I swear, I didn’t know,” he stammered, his expression pleading for forgiveness.

For a moment, I stood frozen, caught between anger and disbelief. A coffin. At my wedding. My pulse was still racing, my mind still grasping at the edges of reality. And then, like a dam breaking, laughter bubbled up inside me.

It was ridiculous. Completely and utterly ridiculous.

I doubled over, laughing so hard I thought I might cry. The tension in the room broke, and soon everyone was laughing along with me. The absurdity of it all—Jacob’s friends, the coffin, the portrait—it was so unexpected, so outlandish, that it had turned into something oddly perfect.

“You guys are insane,” I finally managed, wiping a tear from my eye. Derek, still grinning, looked pleased with himself. “We had to give him a proper send-off!” he joked.

Jacob shook his head, still chuckling as he wrapped his arm around me. “Well, I guess it wouldn’t be a wedding without a little chaos.”

As the laughter died down, I realized something: this was the day I’d always wanted. Not because everything had gone according to plan, but because it was ours—messy, unpredictable, and full of love.

Jacob leaned in, his eyes warm as he kissed me softly. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, still smiling at the absurdity of it all.

The day hadn’t gone as I’d planned, but in that moment, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.