The Wedding Cake in the Middle of the Road

A Friend of mine once was about to get married, the day of the wedding, things were not going smooth, She checked the time - it was almost 9:30AM and the wedding was supposed to start at 10:00AM and that is when the police arrived and told the groom that the car hit her future husband. Her mother looked at the pink two-candle cake. "What's a wedding without a cake?" she said to the guest. She put the cake in her right hand and went toward the window sill. She pulled up both her feet on the ledge. Looking down she said in a whisper "I now pronounce you husband and wife, the two shall become one." Cake in one hand and rice in the other, she threw the rice up in the air. As her sister Zintle watched the rice fly up the side of the building, her feet followed the motion of the rice . . .

The policeman checked his watch to write down the time and date. He put the time 10:00 o'clock next to the words "apparent suicide." He glanced over the police report to the post-it note with a list of items to bring home. "Milk, bread, juice ohh . . . " It was getting late. He sighed as he remembered the extra driving he had to do. The sound of far-off cries from this suicide's family brought him back. He hated cases like these and never could understand why. It was such a last resort for people. "Oh well, life goes on." The police man walked past a pink and white mess in the middle of the dirty blood-stained road. “What in the . . . “was all he could say.