A woman in her 30s in a bridal dress is carried down a hotel corridor by a man of similar age. He’s wearing the standard issue groom’s outfit, including a top hat. The weight is no trouble for him. In fact, he’s enjoying the exertion. Depositing on the king-size bed in the bridal suite/hotel room, and looking longingly, lovingly at her, the man is tapped on the shoulder by the actual bridegroom – pushing 70. The younger man makes a discreet withdrawal. Preparations for the nuptial ensue, her (evidently a virgin) in the bathroom, he by taking swigs of whisky and doing press-ups in the room. Consummation is event is curtailed by the groom’s fatal stroke. Even her Kiss of Life and CRP can’t save him. The younger man hears the commotion, bursts in (using the fob key kept) and comforts the widow. He dials emergency services as she waits in the bathroom. He throws an arm round her, trying to comfort. She notices his burgeoning erection, sees him in a different light.