I'm thinking of starting up my own wedding reception business but each guest, bridal couple included, will be ushered into a sensory deprivation 'float' tank. The float tanks will be fitted with camcorders so there's a complete record of the evening. The combined mumblings of sensory-stymied, hallucinating guests will be edited and a suitable soundtrack added. Thus, an exact archive will exist of the wedding party's mental and emotional state. Now, wouldn't that be something to treasure/play back over and over?

You never cease to amaze me Moxy!
Now this I do get... what a fabulous idea ; )

Hmm, not sure it's all that original, McMox. When I got married in the dim and not-so-close, I do think that I was sense-deprived, even all those years ago. As for treasuring the experience...

And I think the bride wore cami-corduroys. Hard to say though, as I was probably tanked and floating, too.

Sorry to put such a damproof on it, or a damp roof on it, or damn proof, or...

"I'm thinking of starting up my own wedding reception business but each guest, bridal couple included, will be ushered into a sensory deprivation 'float' tank".

Sorry Moxy, an ex-wife and me beat you to that one. If there was anybody who knew anything about sensory deprivation - we did.

The closest we came was a comment after the reception, 'I don't care whose it is - it's floating'.

Oh dear: so much for your respective nuptuals, gentlemen. But here I have created the perfect allegory/analogy for your experiences -- hence the feeling of familiarity. I have helped crystalise your diverse misgivings. My wedding idea would then be replicated at the (eventual) funerals of the previous wedding party, where all mourners would lie in flotation tanks alongside the coffin (casket) in an extended chapel of remembrance. It was a sort of top and tail service I was presuming to offer.

I have only ever married left handed people so that obviates the need for tanks.

I married an optimist because I thought I would get free eyechecks.

Silly Billy that's the way you get steamed up whisky dispensers.

Oh optic-illusionist me-he, absinthe without official heave. Swim oh metal legs for the iron boat doth float -- though it cannot go in reverse only in obverse. here endeth the raptor

Love the chapel of rememberance idea... Wow

After the soulful derge...To pop through when the curtains open....stiff as a poker of course...oh! the times I've dreamt of that.

To hear a long since dead but familiar voice...
'if you think I'm going in that floatation tank again..

Crikey, Gus, that's grim. I think you must be going through an E.A.Poe phase. Just remember, ravens don't speak unless first spoken to.

Grief I think you are right!....Old EAP ...

Creepy...Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,..

In the event that Poe had been Inuit would the epic have carried as much kudos entitled the Emperor Penguin...

Back to the weddings....My poor old Auntie Min...she had a Jackdaw...it talked..too much To often..

On her wedding day the bird just up sticks and flew off with her wedding ring twixt beak and claw. Put that in your floatation tank and smoke it!

There's a cartoon strip by the wonderful Michael Kupperman in Snake and Bacon's Cabaret called 'Two Fisted Poe' where Edgar sorts out any misunderstandings by a quick upperthrust and/or a roundhouse. He always says, 'Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore!' on impact.

Your poor auntie. Did the ring disappear before or after the ceremony?
That (either way) is a Poe moment.

What music is appropriate though. hm..

Misty water coloured memories of the way we were?
then for the funeral maybe:-
Those were the days my friends, we thought they'd never end.

On second thoughts both of these might be included throughout for both :-)
I'm off like a bat out of hell.

Loowater Sunset, Janet?
It's braining men?

If it's a cremation after the flotation tanking of guests it'd have to be:
Smoke on the Water.