The officiant took his place... and we waited. I actually wasn't too surprised things didn't get started on time. No doubt Carrie was having some minor, last-minute crisis. Susan chided her children for whispering too loudly, but who could blame them when we were just sitting there waiting? It was mildly amusing to watch the officiant impatiently tapping his leather folio on his open palm.

Bobby leaned in and whispered, "If they're not out in five minutes, I'm going back to the bar."

At last, the music started: Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's ukulele version of SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW, the most perfectly cliche' choice, I thought. Luke walked up with his mother,...