InsaneJournal

The wedding went as well as any large event hosted by Dethklok went. There were minimal casualties, which was good. Nobody actually died this time around, which was only just a little unsettling to the rest of the boys, but to the elder Skwisgaar, it was a great relief. Toki managed to stay away from the booze, Murderface somehow managed to stay well behaved, and somewhere along the way, Glyndaa and Nathan wound up disappearing for about an hour. Skwisgaar figured out what they were up to, and honestly didn't care. Good for them.
Lulu was amazingly beautiful, just as always, but the fact that she somehow outshone even her most beautiful, bright moments prior was something that the Swede was going to forever remember. As was the song that his son and the Turner boy had played at the reception. All in all, the wedding was perfect, and the reception, though held in a large, Gothic-styled reception and concert hall in Mordhaus, was bright and delightful.

The lead guitarist couldn't have asked for a better turnout of people or course of events.

But what really made things all worth it was being able to sit in a villa, looking out over  the waterways and city of Venice, and with the exception of the faint, quaint sounds of the city, revel in the silence. He stood at the window with his hand tapping at the sill, unable to wipe the smile from his face, entirely delighted that the course of the week had brought along some of the best things ever to happen to him. He was wondering what his beautiful wife was doing in the other room, since she had told him to wait for her to come in.