I hope this doesn't mean that if you have a full head of hair like young Homer here when you get married that you'll end up fat and bald in ten years.
My husband really wanted a sword in the stone cake, he didn't see it until the reception (we we're married at Disney World) and was very happy that he finally got to pretend to be King Arthur.
FOR THE SHIIIREEEEE!! Hmm... FOR NARNIAAAAA!
Oh wait: FOR CAMELOOOOOOTTTTT!! There we go.