I’ve shared this before, but when my Great Aunt Clara died (she was easily the sweetest lady who walked the face of the earth) her very obese son-in-law came to the funeral wearing a misshapen polo shirt, pill-y khaki pants, and very worn-down hush puppies. I only mention his weight because the clothes were stretched out and obviously old and well-worn. Honestly, he wasn’t even as presentable as the maintenance guys who worked at the church. He was a slob, always was. I never understood what my cousin saw in him…
Another real zinger - brother of the groom shows up to a lovely afternoon wedding in a yellow polo shirt, tan cargo shorts, and boat shoes with no socks. This was not a beach wedding - it was held in a very nice hall and the men in the wedding party were in tuxedos. The family photos were really, um, something…
This was not so much dress as, well, I’m not sure what. One of the groomsmen at my sister’s wedding decided that 2 days before the ceremony, he needed to get *elective *nose surgery. He showed up dressed like all the other groomsmen, but with a big old bandage across his face. My sister and her husband pretty much cut him from their circle of friends after that.