The bride emerged, blinking, from the darkness of the church into the sunlit churchyard. After a few more photographs had been taken, she shut her eyes, span around twice and threw her bouquet high above the crowd. Who would be the next to marry?
The bunch of flowers flew above the heads and outstretched hands and landed, squarely, on the grave of Edna Shoe (1935 - 1966). The crowd fell silent. None of them believed in anything like that but everyone knew that Edna herself had been famously superstitious.