Smooth as a new laid egg, the way the fountain pen flowed on a piece of paper was exactly how the sales assistant described it to be. Excited, he clipped the pen to the inner pocket of his suit and smoothed any creases with a nervous laugh.
“You’ll be fine,” his best man reassured, “Just be yourself!”
“Easy for you to say. Can you double check that you have the ring?”
“For the nth time, yes. We should leave now or we’ll be late!”
They never got to the church and the only document signed was a death certificate.