When you
die the night before your buddies
wedding from alcohol poisoning, but are magically resurrected from THE GRAVE the next
day and successfully perform all your duties.
Holy crap, that dude wearing those sunglasses carrying that
jug of water and a bag of tacos drank a
bottle of scotch last night, and yet he’s still made it to the wedding, and is now (for some
crazy reason) in charge of parking cars. That dude is a wedding jiesus.