Wedding Impossible -

That was when the ground began to shake.

"Precisely," Aris said, checking his clipboard. "The earliest opening we have for a 'Lena and Ben' union is…" He squinted. "…June 31st, 2479. Would you like to reschedule?"

The being—who introduced himself as Aris, Supervisor of the Celestial Logistics Department (Wedding Division)—explained. "It's not a curse, Lena. It's a schedule conflict. Every time you try to get married, a major cosmic event is booked. A solar flare. A minor apocalypse. A reality reboot. The Universe is booked solid for the next fifty years. There's literally no room for your ceremony." Wedding Impossible

"I love you, Ben," she said, cupping his face. "But marrying me is impossible. The universe has a restraining order against me and a white dress."

He looked at Lena, sighed deeply, and said, "Lena Parker? Wedding number 4,017? You're three hours early." That was when the ground began to shake

At dawn, they reached Purgatory. The courthouse was a dusty brick building with a crooked sign. The judge, a woman in a bathrobe who smelled of coffee and catnip, agreed to perform the ceremony for fifty bucks.

Ben blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I love you, Ben," she whispered. "Let's do the impossible."