My twin sister married her very dull beau around this time of year about a century and a half ago. I am, of course, the kindest and most considerate of brothers and chose not to celebrate her nuptials with a simple pre-written card conveying my well wishes and general fondness for the happy couple. No, my messages were far more personal, mostly including puns that might cause my sister to shout in frustration so loudly that I might hear her even though we were continents away.
As, for obvious reasons, I cannot send her my regards, I have decided to inflict a pun upon you all. This was dear Evie's favorite, I know because it always had her howling with laughter. Or perhaps she was howling because I ducked when she launched her shoe at my head. No matter, enjoy with my compliments:
"Why should a candle-maker never be pitied?"
Because all his works are wicked, and all his wicked works, when brought to light, are only made light of.