Not crying in Walmart.
Passing the torch: the girls did 95% of the decorating for the tomb.
Venerate the tomb.
“How’s the pregnancy going?”
“I, um, lost the baby…”
Pickles falls asleep. We look like the Pieta.
Breaking down during the ninth ode:
Pickles wakes up.
Process around the church with the shroud.
Entering the temple under the shroud.
Psalms over the tomb.
It’s Holy Saturday…