My best friend, Margaret, she was my chief bridesmaid. We were going to be best friends forever we always said that. But I hardly saw her after that. She cried the whole day, saying it was the “end of an era.” I remember she left early. I mean, who leaves a wedding early? 

Not saying you should abandon your friends when they have stuff going on, but…

Yeah, it’s pretty weird how Margaret maybe wasn’t 100% supportive of your marriage to your drug-smuggling, murderer husband that was based purely on physical attraction, Mrs. H.

(Not even going to touch the Sherlock parallel or lack thereof, because I’d rather stay over here making up elaborate Margaret headcanons.)