I recall being a groomsmen and having the mother of the groom telling me how bad it looked that I had put the flower through my lapel hole.
"There's nothing worse than a floppy flower," she intimated.
"Cancer. Cancer is worse than a floppy flower," my far-too-hungover self replied.
My fellow groomsmen chortled and agreed.
I ended up wearing a pinned flower (arrangement) anyway.
Not sure if or what the moral is there. Good times anyhow.