In order to get married, as you probably know, you need an “official” person to seal the deal. That’s why you’re not married to Tommy, your snack buddy in kindergarten who had that three-legged dog you loved so much, even though he asked you to marry him and you said yes (because of the dog, and his Nerf collection).This “official” person could be a random person ordained over the internet with a crazy title they chose themselves, aka Master of the Universe, or it could be a church-related person given power by the state and said church to wed people in holy matrimony while wearing robes and so on. Because I am not much of a churchy person, I couldn’t care less really about who marries me or where. However, good ol’ Fiancé has some religion in his blood and wanted to hit up the church to make it “legit.”
We shall see what this turns in to.
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