Not Quite A Cherry-Picked Suitor

(My aunt and uncle have a cherry tree in their back yard. My mother and I are visiting them for a cookout. I randomly start hugging the tree.)

Uncle: “Dearly beloved, we are gathered for no real reason to join this woman and this tree in holy matrimony. If anyone objects to this union, please speak now or forever shut your d*** pie-hole.”

Mother: “The only question is, who gets whose cherry?”