String Theory.

At some point, even the most resistant of renegades will probably have to cede to some kind of societal conformity. And few occasions beg obedience better than those involving domestic harmony. Like, say, a wedding. My cousin (in-law, for the record) was married in full theatrical makeup, for example, but he still had to please his mother with a customary first dance. And pleased she was, I’m sure.

If you’re especially creative, though, you might find a way to thine own self be true without your wider audience being any the wiser. 

For his nuptials, our dearly departed friend, whose memorial we just returned from, outwitted the overlords of orthodoxy by hiring a four-string quartet for his reception. They played only his favorite heavy metal tunes all night. Those in the know were delighted (if you can use that word to describe the emotions of headbangers) and those who weren't knew they weren't listening to Vivaldi, but were at least unperturbed.  

As a tribute, I’m sharing some not so high quality video/audio from that evening. Rock on!