At my wedding we decided that favours were so naff that we went the whole hog and my Mum offered a big dish of Ferrero Rocher around. Cue lots of "Why Mrs xxxx with this Ferrero Roacher you are spoiling us..."
At one wedding I went to were me and the groom had been ahem good friends at a point that coincided with his relationship with the bride, in the receiving line, his Mum turned to his Dad and with a knowing exchange of glances, said "oh, Geoffrey, this is XXXXX" "ooooh, xxxxx" he replied I felt like Camilla Parker Bowles
At one Bridezilla hen night, we had to make the favours before we went on the Hen Night - 80 bloody lavender bags (for women), something involving chocolate for men. It's nice smelling like your nanna at one of the North's top nightspots