Robert had never been more proud of his son. From early age through early adulthood, his son Luke had always been a recluse and never one to socialize or make friends. So Robert was ecstatic when Luke came to tell him that he was planning to get married and was so excited to introduce his father to the love of his life.

But now standing in the forest, meeting his son’s bride to be for the first time, Robert felt more disgusted than he thought possible. Where did he possibly go this wrong?

“Son,” he said softly, barely more than a whisper. “Let us leave this right now and go home.”

“What’s wrong father? Don’t you love her, isn’t she beautiful?”

As if his son’s bride wasn’t horror enough, it was nothing compared to the smell.