This man who was supposed to be my father or uncle (he didn't look like my father or uncles in real life) was murdered during my aunt's wedding. For some reason he and I were at the house where the reception was going to be held, and he was down in a locked room in the basement. Another relative killed him by drilling a hole in the wall behind a painting and climbing through. I'm assuming he was either shot or stabbed, because he had a big red bloodstain on the front of his white dress shirt.
When the body was discovered by the rest of the party, they all thought I was traumatized. In trying to figure out what happened, they invented this fantastic story wherein I was banging on the locked door desperately trying to warn him, while the murderer was drilling through the wall. This didn't happen. I went in, saw the body, then dicked around for a while on my phone until they came home, at which point I told them there was a dead body in the basement and the identity of the murderer. (I think it was the guy's brother or cousin, not sure.) It was very strange.
