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When Alm imagined weddings, he pictured rows and rows of folding chairs filled with a sea of people dressed in elaborate tuxedos and gowns. He pictured gray-bearded ministers standing between the two spouses-to-be as they recited vows beneath an altar adorned in white flowers. A flustered little boy, maybe a nephew or distant cousin, stumbling down the aisle with two rings in his hands. He would trip and the guests would laugh good-naturedly as he was helped to his feet and brought the wedding rings. Alm thought of the minister officiating their marriage with a gentle smile and the now-married couple kissing to uproarious applause, backdropped by the sun setting over the ocean's horizon.This, however, had not been the case for the two of them.