remembers the worst wedding toast ever
My friend Kevin once attended a wedding where he heard the world’s
most inappropriate wedding toast. The toast began inauspiciously enough.
The best man stood up during the meal, clinked his knife against the
crystal, and the other guests all quieted down.
“I was thinking on the airplane ride here about what I was going to
say today about Danny and Joyce,” the best man began. “And all I
could think at first was what a happy day today is.”
Good enough start. But then the speech took an interesting turn.
“And I realized that what I really want to talk about this afternoon
is jury duty. Now, I don’t know how many of you have ever served on a
jury, but it’s a fascinating process. I was just on a jury last year
for the first time in my life, and I learned a lot about myself and
about the legal system. It was a pretty serious case, too. It was
actually a murder trial. It was very tragic. It was this old man who got
killed, very sad. He was getting money out of an ATM machine in the
middle of the day, and some gang kids came up and robbed him and shot
him right in the face.”
By now, many of the wedding guests were lowering their champagne glasses
gently back down to the table.
“It was a cut-and-dry case, really. There were plenty of witnesses,
and the forensic evidence pointed straight to one kid as the shooter.
The kid was definitely guilty. But here’s the thing – it was
actually a capital offense. And my jury had to decide whether or not to
give this kid the death penalty. Now, I don’t know if any of you have
ever had to decide whether somebody should live or die, but it’s
emotionally intense. We all knew the kid was guilty, but the death
penalty is nothing to take lightly. In the end, though, we decided,
‘Yes, this kid needs to die.’ And we sent him to his death.”
The tent was silent. The bride, ashen. The best man took a moment to
compose himself and concluded.
“That was probably the worst day of my life. And I got to thinking
about it on the plane because that day was nothing like today, which is
a happy day. A really happy day! So here’s to Danny and Joyce!”
Thus concluded the toast.
I’ve pondered the meaning of this story for years, and ultimately
I’ve decided that I get it. This story represents the perfect example
of the absolute value of human emotion. I’ve heard it said before that
the human psyche cannot always tell the difference between good events
and bad events; all we can feel is the tremor of the earth. Which is
what happened to our best man, I believe. He was so overcome by
happiness for his friend and he was so out of touch with his emotions
that he couldn’t express that happiness appropriately. All he could do
was remember the last time he had felt so moved by something, and so he
tried to express that. Sure, there’s nothing parallel about an old man
getting shot in the face and a dear friend getting married, unless –
of course – you measure human emotion by the weight. In which case,
the two events carry exactly the same impact.
Which is to say that I think I finally understand what the best man was
trying to convey that afternoon, and I raise my glass to the poor guy
for his valiant and hopeless attempt to celebrate.
Elizabeth Gilbert once wore hair extensions to a party.
Her latest book, The Last American Man, has been nominated for
the National Book Award.