On his wedding day, the groom found a basket on the church steps containing twin babies and a note: “They are yours.” The bride kicked the basket, screaming, “Get rid of those bastards, or the wedding is off!” The groom looked closely at the babies’ eyes—they didn’t look like him, they looked exactly like her. He picked up the basket and said into the microphone, “The wedding is off. These are the twins you told the doctors cremated them immediately”