Many years ago, “Yankel”, a guy in the Yeshiva I learned in (in Eretz Yisrael) got engaged shortly after Shavuos. I went back to the States for the summer.
That Elul, I bumped into Yankel. After wishing him a hartzige Mazel Tov, we shmoozed about where he was living, etc.
After a five minute conversation, I continued on my way and met “Shmuly”.
He says, “Such a shame about Yankel!”
Turns out, they didn’t even make it through Sheva Berachos…