one of the funniest nights of my life was the wedding reception where my best friend, the groom, specifically told the party planner "whatever you do, don't sit oliver north and his wife next to my dipshit friend," which, perhaps b/c she spoke a native and heathen tongue, she interpreted as "dude - totally sit my dipshit friend across from ollie north, and be sure to have plenty of booze before him too!"
fwiw, his wife seemed far more a dark lord to me than the human lung