So our wedding was at a winery up here in Northern California. When I arrived there, on time, I was casually dressed in shorts and a tank top. Before I got into my tux, I was talking to my best man and a couple of friends of mine when I felt something sting my shoulder. I thought it was a bee sting until it really started to hurt.

I asked my best man if he would look to see if I had gotten stung and if maybe the bee's stinger was still in my shoulder. Upon closer inspection, he informed me that I was actually bleeding from a rather noticeable bump on my shoulder. After cleaning it up, he informed me that there were actually two distinctive puncture wounds that looked like fang marks on the bump on my shoulder.

Word soon got to the wedding party, including my future wife who was almost ready to call 911, about my mysterious bite when the jokes soon started. "Hope you have good life insurance policy, Matt," my best man said. "I guess Jackie gets the apartment now," echoed my soon to be brother-in-law. But then it hit me, I need to get life insurance.

Now that I am married and getting used to the ring on my finger, I have been talking to my wife about how much life insurance I should get. As of now, I am the primary source of income for our household. If the spider had gone for my jugular instead of my shoulder, Jackie would have a real hard time making ends meet. We all know that life insurance is meant to financially protect our loved ones in the event of our passing.

I obviously survived the wedding and my mysterious attack. But I am looking into getting a term life insurance policy to replace my income should I get attacked again.