35 Nightmare Wedding Guests The Bride And Groom Wished They Could Uninvite

My grandfather. Less than 30 minutes into the reception, he decides that he was ready to leave. In an effort to "hurry my gram along", he went and sat in the car. And she LET HIM. She didn't decide to leave until over 3 hours later! My gram didn't normally have this shiny of a spine. But I was not only the oldest grandkid, I was also the first to get married, so she wasn't letting him ruin it for her (or me)! My gram is easily one of my favorite people on this planet, so I choose to remember most her shiny spine than my grandfather's dickish one on that day.

Not mine, but my sisters wedding. An aunt brought a piñata in the shape of a woman so the groom could have something to “pop” that night since my sister wasn’t a virgin (she had a child from her 1st marriage)
My cousin and I took care of it and it never made its way into the reception thank goodness.

My husband's cousin complained about the music. It was too 'happy.' He was single at the time, and the wedding was making him feel sad and lonely, so he requested blues to be played. Not one song. Blues only. Because he was sad. At my wedding. He tried to argue with me several times until I told him to go home and listen to his music in the privacy of his own room. I had to explain to him that even though he felt sad, I was in a rather positive mood.

In October 2020, I went with my wife to her younger sister's wedding, which was attended by their vehemently anti-mask grandmother. Leading up to the big day, she'd nearly been kicked out of every hotel from Tennessee to Colorado because whenever she was asked to put a mask on in the lobby, she responded by covering her mouth with her hand and saying, 'How about this?' At the wedding, she was asked to limit physical contact, so she naturally hugged everyone she did — and didn't — know. My wife, who is a doctor, refused her hug, resulting in the grandmother's brother calling her 'not a great doctor.'
After she found out the woman the maid of honor was picking up from the airport was her wife, she refused to acknowledge it — first referring to her as a 'friend,' 'girlfriend,' and, naturally, 'nobody really cares about titles.' She also told the groom's father that 'immigrants are the worst thing to happen to this country.' The father responded in his thick native Bulgarian accent, 'I'm an immigrant.'

My BIL. He got belligerently drunk and kept tossing empty glasses into the little koi pond at the venue. My nephew, who was 7 at the time was in hysterics, worried about the fish.

Thanks for the award! Who knew my obnoxious BIL would earn me an award?!

My FIL. As Best Man, he carried my ring in his pocket. He went outside to smoke his pipe before the ceremony and was fiddling with the ring and dropped it in the grass. It was night. The wedding was delayed as everyone got flashlights to help look for it. No one told me what was going on. They couldn't find it, so my MIL let my husband borrow her anniversary band, that was fancy and had diamonds in it. When the time came, I was pleasantly surprised to receive a fancier ring than we had chosen. I thought it was a surprise for me. My MIL approached me after the ceremony and told me there was no way I was keeping it. A few minutes later someone out in the yard actually FOUND MY RING! At the reception, my FIL vomited on my dress.

At the reception, my mother went around to all the tables, not to greet anyone, but to ask if she could have their leftovers for her dog. She had a large ziplock bag in her purse that she opened up and asked them to drop the leftovers/bones in the bag. She would hover behind people and ask for specific pieces. My sister ran interference and took me to the other side of the room while our husbands dealt with her. Only by promising that the kitchen staff would save everything for her, did they finally get her to sit down.

Well, the staff saved nothing, and she was pissed. The next morning, she returned to dig it out of the trash bins. She stood on a cardboard box, it collapsed, and she fell in it. She broke two ribs and couldn't climb out, so 911 was called. She was hospitalized. When I found out about her broken ribs, she refused to tell me how it happened. I kept asking until her sister finally shouted, 'For God's sake, just tell her you went back to get the damn bones.'

My wife’s aunt ignored our signs and announcements to not take photos during the ceremony and leave it to our paid, professional, photographers. That a*****e aunt stood in the main aisle taking photos of my wife and her father walking down the aisle, ruining our photographer’s photos of the procession. When I finally got the photos she took 6 months later, they were low resolution and out of focus. I spent upwards of 10 hours in Photoshop trying to composite one, single, decent, photo but ended up losing hope. She also got overly drunk and wouldn’t stop harassing my already married Uncle. Years later and I still don’t like that lady.

My ex friend at my friend’s wedding. She requested a vegan meal. She wasn’t
vegan. She ate her meal plus a ton of other non vegan food throughout the reception.

She got really drunk and tried to fight the groom. He didn’t engage so she tried to fight me. Apparently she was angry about a slight from years prior. I ignored her and ended up calling a cab to go home.
She was screaming and carrying on as I left.
The venue called the cops on her.

My officiant was over an hour late, brought her adult daughter, and ate all my bacon wrapped scallops. When we asked for a refund, she wrote a letter telling us we were going to hell.

I tried giving her poor reviews; she changed her business name and kept going.

One of my husbands friends who's given me the cold shoulder for years. I suspect she had either some kind of thing for him or was mad she wasn't like a daughter to my in-laws like I now legally would be, because she had been a close neighbor to him growing up.

Well, she was in a group of friends from high school we have invited to our wedding (we went to the same high school and hung out with the same people) and she rounded everyone up to take one of those reunion photos with the everyone. Excluding me. The bride. Who went to her high school. And everyone else was too drunk to notice, I guess... She posted it all over social media.

Meanwhile husband's college friends, who i hadn't even met until he was out of college (went to different schools) insisted I be front and center of their reunion photo with husband anyway.

That was the last straw of me trying to be nice to her.

My husband’s uncle. About two weeks before the wedding, we asked our wedding party, parents, and siblings if anyone wanted to give a speech. We ended up with a total of five speeches and a toast from my dad. My dad was supposed to go at the end to give the toast, and then we would go back to partying. Husband’s uncle must have figured it was an open mic for anyone to give a speech and stepped up behind my dad. I tried to get my coordinator’s attention to ask him to go sit back down, but to no avail. He gave a 10 minute sermon. Yeah, a sermon. Now, I’m a practicing Catholic, and I had some elements of religion in the ceremony, but I made a conscious decision not to make people feel like my beliefs were being shoved down their throats. The fact that he got up and gave a speech all about Jesus without even asking still gets me worked up.

The +1 of my partner’s work buddy offered to blow the groom under the head table while I was on the dance floor.

That wasn’t the only thing she did that night that is still talked about 20 years later.

My sister was the maid of honor and my husband had a best man. They were both to give a speech. My dad wanted go give a speech too so I said okay and he was scheduled after the other two. My attention-seeking dad cut my sister's speech short, taking the mic and did his speech before the best man. One of the points in his speech was something about how he was supposed to do the first speech. Another point was how my husband and I didn't know each other that long (15 months) and basically that we were rushing. I was so hurt and embarrassed, it took a lot of strength to not tear up and run out of the room. I just tried to forget about it after it was said and done because I didn't want him to ruin my wedding day.

I feel like I should also add that when he walked me down the aisle, he didn't want to sit down after handing me off to my husband. I was not paying attention to him because he was standing behind me, but my mom (his ex wife) in the front row had to tell him to sit down.

Attention-seekers will do anything to get eyes on them.

Bonus: he caused some wedding planning f**k ups as well.

We had a formal wedding by the side of a lake and one of my uncles brought his fishing pole and started fishing in the middle of the reception. He brought bait and everything, dude was prepared.

I invited my cousin and her husband. She showed up with her husband, her MIL, both of his brothers and one of their girlfriends. Six people!

The only reason it turned out okay was that a hurricane came through two days before our wedding and several guests weren't able to make it. She hasn't gotten any more thoughtful.

When I was 16 I sat next to my uncle at my other uncles wedding. He kept offering me more and more money to object. I didn’t do it, but at 16, $500 to make a fool of yourself at a wedding is very tempting.

My wedding planner ripped my bouquet out of my hands as soon as the ceremony was over, plopped it in a vase, and placed it on a random table. An unwitting guest took it home thinking it was a centerpiece! I had no idea what happened to my bouquet until I went looking for it at the end of the night.

Guests didn’t RSVP. Then showed up towards the end of dinner. Toasts had already started. They had pikachu faces when they were sat at the table I had put for the photographer and other service people in case they got hungry because I had two extra spaces there just in case. A friend later told me she complained we didn’t wait for them to start serving dinner? I was like wtf?

At my sisters wedding my aunt turned up in jeans, then called rose gold (one of the wedding colours) “tacky”, and criticised her own daughters, our cousins, for turning up in jumpsuits which she deemed “classless”. They were beautiful floral jumpsuits, much more appropriate for a wedding than jeans…

We later found out she’s a racist so she’s not invited to mine.