Father Bill Laughlin's Saturday begins ominously at 6 a.m. with an unsettling call from the would-be bridegroom - insisting upon a meeting, immediately, with his ex-bride-to-be.
What follows is a confusion of misleading signage, misheard instructions, misguided guests, and misanthropic thoughts. The day tumbles and stumbles on, moved forward by armed threats from the would-be groom, liquor-fueled madness, and the energy and idiosyncrasies of ordinary parishioners.
It ends … well, as with life itself, you'll see where it ends, and it will probably surprise you.
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