On my wedding day, my future mother-in-law had five people carry me out of the car. She told me my feet mustn't touch the ground and wrapped me tightly from head to toe in a huge black cloth.
That night, I heard her smugly bragging to someone on the phone: keeping my feet off the ground made me seem like a ghost, and wearing black cloth made me seem like a ghost. Once her son got down there, he wouldn't be short of people to serve him.
