I'll tell you honestly, young lady, there's nothing that quite warms the cockles of my shriveled Republican heart than seeing two people obviously in love tie the knot, completely oblivious to the ignominities of life that will be thrust upon them, like taxes and arguments over who didn't rinse the dishes before they went into the dishwasher, and the inevitable "Does my butt look big in this" question that no man can properly answer without a good long week spent sleeping on the couch.
Well, nothing better, except maybe watching a taxidermist stuff a bear. Take that, bear. You won't be stealing salmon from MY table again, will you? Not so big and growly now, are you, Mr. Bear?