My mother-in-law replaced my wedding dress with a clown costume, so I wore it anyway. The morning of my wedding, I unzipped the garment bag holding the dress I’d spent eight months choosing.

The one I’d saved for. The one that was supposed to make me feel like a bride. Instead, I found bright colors, oversized fabric… and a red nose. My maid of honor, Sarah, froze. “What is this?” I just stared at it—and then I laughed. Because I knew exactly who was behind it.

The Punchline