This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee, and manifested his glory; and his disciples believed in him.
Everybody has heard of a "fairytale wedding." J.R.R. Tolkien said that the essence of a great fairy tale was "eucatastrophe" or "good catastrophe". Such tales begin and end in joy, however dark they may get in between. And the joy which ends the story is always better than the joy which begin it–though that joy always comes in the form of an unexpected twist ending. The Wedding at Cana shows this beautiful quality. The story of Christ begin with a joyous wedding in the gospel of John. It goes on to "run out of wine" when Christ's luck (apparently) runs out and he fails to elude his enemies, disappear miraculously from his trial, or call down twelve legions of angels. People are still half-expecting some last minute Cavalry charge from heaven to save him even as he hangs on the Cross ("If you are the Son of God, come down!") But no there is no wine left at all in Christ's life. He has bled it all away… till the dawn of the third day when the water of death is turned into the wine of life and he quite literally lives happily ever after.