A couple of weeks ago, one of my brother's best friends was married in our hometown. To honor his Scottish heritage (Duncan), he and all of the groomsmen were kilted. The groom had his own kilt, as did the best man; the others tented theirs from a shop down in Pittsburgh. Unfortunately, my brother and the others didn't get their suits and kilts until the morning of the ceremony, so the fit wasn't quite right (I offered to him a kilt, but he turned it down).
Anyway - the pictures:

My brother, the usher:

Can you see the family resemblance?
And yes, I probably should have worn an argyle and waistcoat, but I didn't want to look better than the wedding party (yes, that sounds immodest, but these weren't the best rentals.)

My brother, the usher, again:


The bride and groom, with the minister:

A beautiful couple, aren't they? I do wish the minister had worn a kilt, too (Clergy or Morrison).