Weddings were beautiful. The Friar even thought this one, the bonding of two poltergeists, was beautiful. The medieval vibe to the joint was a cherry on top for the jolly ghost, too!

"Ho, ho ho!" He chortled as he rested his hands atop his rotund belly. He had just married the two poltergeists and he had such a case of the cheery wiggles that he couldn't help but dance! He wasn't even in the mood to lament his lack of taste buds tonight! He just wanted to party!

And so party he would!

Where was Myrtle? He would certainly ask her to dance!