Weddings are famously known to be casual, zero-stress events that practically plan themselves. So naturally, one bride’s totally chill, not-at-all-entitled mother-in-law sees no problem dropping a surprise guest list—54 days before the wedding. After all, who wouldn’t want to share their special day with their fiancé’s third cousin’s childhood bunkmate from older volleyball camp circa 1983?

It’s a universally recognized rule that weddings are the perfect time to reconnect with people you’ve never heard of. Who doesn’t dream of spending their hard-earned money to feed and entertain the half-sister of their MIL’s former coworker’s housecleaner? If you can’t name at least ten distant strangers at your reception, are you even really married?

Our laid-back mother-in-law heroically offers to pay for these extra guests herself—which is incredibly generous, considering she has no job and presumably plans to pay via Monopoly money or expired coupons. But she’s not only money-generous, this lovely woman is also opinion-generous: gracefully and openly hating every single detail of the wedding. Apparently, the only acceptable weddings are those personally blessed by a representative of her chosen deity and attended by at least three dozen semi-strangers whose last names nobody remembers.