Everything was great except for the awful French Canadian minister. Maybe they use the B team in the off season in Vegas. If you book with the chapel, they will not tell you that if you don't prepare your own vows, the minister will go on some weird, long spiel about wifely duties, God, and all the other stuff my subconscious has since suppressed. So either prepare your own vows or ask the chapel EXACTLY what Elvis or the kooky minister will be saying. The chapel and/or the minister should have asked about our religious affiliation or given us a description of what the minister was going to say. My SO is an atheist and despite being Catholic, if I had wanted to hear an old fart hint at my wifely duties in a heavy French accent, I would have gotten married in a church by Pepe Le Pew.  We assumed when we asked for \"normal vows\" that the minister would simply ask us to take each other as husband and wife in sickness and in health blah blah blah. Instead, the minister went on and on (and on it seemed) and I suspect he was simply trying to kill time. I wanted to tell him to shut the hell up so Elvis could sing the next song. \n\nJack our limo driver was a class act. He took so many photos of us outside the chapel. The front desk ladies were extremely friendly. Elvis had a great voice and persona. We liked a lot of the photos taken of us by the chapel photographer. \n\nIt's a lovely chapel with hardwood floors now, but really nail down which minister will be officiating and what he or she will be saying. Or just let Elvis do the cheesy vows based on song lyrics. I wish we had done that now.