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Immaculate Reception

Howard glanced at the bride and groom cutting the cake as he finished his drink.

“Agnosticism,” he solemnly continued, “is the only rational religious belief that one can hold.”

The woman next to him who had been listening for the last three drinks started shaking her head.

“Think about it,” he slurred, “there are hundreds of religions, most exclusive of one another…they can’t all be right. In fact, for most of them, the only way to tell if they are even remotely correct is to die. And if you’re wrong, you probably won’t know it.”

She chuckled briefly at the sight of the bride wiping frosting from her nose.

“Actually,” she began, turning to him, “that’s not entirely correct.”

“What!” he barked. “You’re not one of those ‘they’re all right’ kind of people, are you?”

“Nope,” she said. “One of them is exactly right.”

Something in her eyes and voice stilled his response. She was serious, and even more importantly, sober.

“Are you here for the bride or groom?” he slowly asked.

She smiled.

“Neither.”

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