WFE

I have never been Best Man at a wedding although I came close a few times. Negotiations always fell apart over ground rules for the Best Man Toast. My one last chance at checking this off my bucket list is to hope one of my close friends gets a divorce and decides to remarry. This is a long shot because such thinking drives the very actions that get me eliminated from consideration for the honor. I always attend weddings I am invited to just in case the groom needs a last minute emergency substitute for an incapacitated Best Man. Three times I have been a stand in as Godfather at a Baptism. Wear a suit to milestone events and good things can happen. Just do not fall asleep at a funeral because you never want to be a substitute for the deceased. My brother Jamie’s ashes were late for his own funeral, partly because he died in Los Angeles and was allegedly buried in Seattle. I take full responsibility for falling short of being a Best Man. At least my disqualifications make for entertaining Blogs. But whenever regrets creep in, I am always consoled knowing I will never be in the running for Worst Friend Ever. Judas Iscariot saved us all from that designation.