The Wedding.
And now my grandfather will say a toast. Everyone is silent, silent with respect. He is rolled out on a wheelchair in a pyjama similar to a suit, and with some kind of magazine (seemingly Soviet like). He slowly, whispering with the wheels, drives himself up, takes the microphone (the room is huge), holds a pause, and just speaks in this barren voice:
"the birds want to fuck" and leaves too slowly, all in shock.