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The song that plays at their wedding (after Sherlock plays their first dance) is “December 1963 (Oh, What A Night)” by The Four Seasons.

Considering that Moffat, Gatiss, and Steven Motherfucking Thompson are not above using throw-away music gags and making them plot relevant later (remember Stayin’ Alive?), let’s examine these lyrics, shall we?

Oh, what a night
Late December, back in ‘63
What a very special time for me
As I remember, what a night

So far, so good, all normal for a love song, blah blah blah.

Oh, what a night
You know, I didn’t even know her name
But I was never gonna be the same
What a lady, what a night

Okay, that’s starting to get a bit spooky. Not that I don’t think Mary isn’t named Mary, but considering that this episode confirms that she’s an orphan (and that quip about her family in CAM’s telegram), it’s just a teensy bit suspicious.

Oh, I 
I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room
Hey, my
As I recall, it ended much too soon

Not helping to quench the rumors about her dying, does it?

Oh, what a night
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing me
She was everything I dreamed she’d be
Sweet surrender, what a night

Mary is everything that John has ever needed or wanted in a relationship - this is confirmed not only in The Empty Hearse but now in The Sign of Three. Hell, even the fandom agrees that in terms of a partner for John, she is absolutely perfect. I really hope that this doesn’t mean that she’s putting on a façade, but it’s something that stuck out.

And I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinning my head around and taking my body under
Oh, what a night

Oh, I 
Got a funny feeling when she walked in the room
Hey, my
As I recall, it ended much too soon

Oh, what a night
Why’d it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right
What a lady, what a night

I AM TRYING NOT TO OVERREACT TO ONE SONG BUT IT IS VERY HARD.

blood-pulsation:

sherlock-deduction:

cameo-of-vatican:

theconsultingvulcan:

Lets deduce then shall we?

A hand is clearly leaning against the window. Now we know people have been in Sherlock’s home, but they left no finger prints since the only way for Sherlock to find out where they had been was via dust. So it had to be someone who is welcome in the apartment. 

If you look at how high the hand is, they are tall. So that clearly rules out John and Mrs Hudson. 

Now if you will, notice the smudge marks in a circle just under it. About the size of a head. But if you look at the hand its flat on the glass meaning the person who made it had to have been facing the window, the other smudge was made by someone who was facing the other way…

Now who is tall with big hands that is often in the apartment?

Not a big stretch to establish that is Sherlock’s hand print.

Here is where it gets juicy…  

The head smudge is just taller then John. 

SO in conclusion. 

I put forward, John was lifted by Sherlock, back and head to the window, while Sherlock had his hand on the window for support….

Thank you. Good day sir.

i love this fucking fandom

Fucking beautiful

This is the best fandom ever.

Proof we need Series 3, pictured above.

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Sherlock bought his wife a lucky cat for Christmas.

I just threw my laptop.

I just laughed way too loud

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