My best friend quit his day job 30 years ago to shoot video. In the mix was a metric buttload of wedding videos. If it has gone wrong, he has it on tape/disk/chip.
One remarkable story was centered on the reception at a now closed hall.
The wedding went off with out a hitch. However, that was when things turned pear shaped and departed the rails. It seemed the cook, who had ingested a bad ice cube while preparing rubber chicken, was having a bad day. His reach went a little too far in the spice rack, and instead of grabbing the paprika, Cayenne Pepper was liberally sprinkled on the chicken.
Of course, it was the mother of the bride who took the first bite…