It is a little known fact that when Mr. Zabet and I got married, his aunt offered to make his groom's cake. I begged and begged him to ask for a red velvet armadillo cake (a la Steel Magnolias) but he refused. In the end, he left it up to his aunt to decide, and she made a very nice, beach-themed cake with a lighthouse topper as we had been married on a beach near a lighthouse. It's a good thing, too, since the actual wedding cake collapsed in transit to the reception site. We deftly substituted one cake for the other and the extended family just assumed we'd forgone a groom's cake entirely (which didn't surprise them much since we had already done a bunch of "weird shit" by their standards). I'm still torn today over whether or not the armadillo cake would have been the more awesome thing to have, though I know in my wedding-crazed state at the time I was really grateful to have a beautiful tiered cake to present to the guests. This cake, however, um... takes the cake. (Sorry!) (Ok, not really.)

Corpse Bride Wedding Cake by Anne Heap