Well, I'm not married, but when... *oops* IF I do get married, and IF I manage to convince my betrothed to allow me to choose the song (in itself an admirable accoumplisment), what song would I have? Easy!!!!
Tchaikovsky's 1812 (With real cannons firing red roses and white lillies. Like, gunpowder and everything. It's probably turn the roses into mulch, but hey, what the hell... It's crazy russian cannons!!! And the dudes firing the cannons would be wearing beefeater hats and playing trumpets.
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