“I grow weary of intruders!” said the disembodied, ghostly voice. “You are all alike. Trespassing where you are not welcome, violating my sanctity, disturbing my eternal rest. I curse you and the last group of trespassers to become one another for the rest of your days!”
Does the family become the wedding party as they are now... or the wedding party as they were at the time of trespassing into the House of the Doom?
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