?????? some days are just so weird ?????

So, apparently, the guy who sang at my wedding has built a B-movie career out of Hallmark Channel movies, the occasional History channel docudrama, and straight up horror movies (of particular note, according to the article my mom mailed me, was Lincoln in Abe Lincoln vs. the Zombies. Also, something about some weird fb ap where he's a creepy stalker coming to get you.)

What can I say? My wedding: the start of a freakshow. He had a really nice voice, though. Good enough to handle Ave Maria without anyone wincing. (We ended up writing out the phonetic pronunciation for Panis Angelicus for him, as you apparently don't get much call for that in coastal SC Baptist churches. Go figure.)