>>937473604 (OP)At my wedding, the photographer bailed last minute. Total panic. We’re scrambling, trying to find anyone with a decent camera when this guy just walks into the venue—linen suit, Panama hat, old Leica around his neck.
It’s Bill Murray.
No one invited him. He didn’t introduce himself. Just started snapping photos like he’d been hired.
I asked who he was. He goes, “I’m Bill. I do this sometimes,” and walks off.
He spent the whole day taking pictures. Gave a toast. Danced with my grandma. Took a slow-motion video of my nephew eating cake like it was the Sistine Chapel. At one point, he whispered to me, “You looked like you needed a win today.”
The next morning, there’s an envelope at the hotel front desk. Inside are a dozen prints—some of the best photos I’ve ever seen. One has “Nobody will ever believe you” scribbled on the back.
I tell people the story. No one ever does.