It turns out that Justin had pulled out his rifle that he always keeps with him and shot Harry. Justin had gotten very jealous because he knew that there was a chance that Barack might take Harry back.
They really loved each other when they were together thirty seven years ago, so Justin decided that the best option was to kill him before he could say anything that would make Barack change his mind and take him back.
Harry was now laying on the ground, dead. For a long time they were just standing there and looking at the dead body.
Anaconda had just stopped playing, and instead Bang Bang by Jessie J, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj started playing. The only reason that Barack and Justin liked that song was because Nicki was in it.
"Damn, what a coincidence." Barack said and shrugged. "Yeah, what a coincidence." Justin agreed and threw away his rifle.
"Whatever, are you bitches gonna get married or not?? I have to go to a Slipknot concert in two hours and I don't want to miss that, because I love them!!!" The priest suddenly said, fangirling a little.
"Yeah."
"Alrighty then, Justin Bieber, do you wanna marry Barack Obama?"
"Of course!!" He said and winked.
"Great, Obama Barack, are you going to marry Bieber Justin?"
"Uh huh."
"Perfect, now you can kiss, or whatever. I have to go, see you later losers." The priest ripped off his dress-whatever-thing to reveal a Slipknot t-shirt and ripped black skinny jeans underneath. This priest was very punk.
Justin and Barack turned to each other and kissed.
After that they went to the igloo where the after party would be held and got very drunk and very high.
Harry, on the other side, ended up in Hell, where he met his one true love. But, that is a story for another time.
