Susie looked at the female ghost and then at Uncle Jenkins, confused. "Who is your groom?" she asked.

The female ghost gazed at Paul and muttered under her breath, "Who is my groom..."

Wade thought to himself as the soundtrack of magical collapse played in his mind, "Who~ is~ my groom~" Don't make me look left and right, don't make me guess every day. Who is my groom... I am your groom... Hey hey~ quickly come to my side...