When pleading shouts did not avail, a frozen silent pose enforced by glancing daggers eventually pulled the orbiting child into their thawing tableaux.

The stone was draped. Prayers were chanted by Sheila (earnestly) and her friend (gamely). Sad sighing Abe made intermittent, somewhat histrionic, attempts to disguise false boredom and genuine irritation. Stan, mostly successfully, strove to present as solemn and respectful. It worked best if he avoided the insistent attempts at eye contact from the fat man. Gretel, intrigued, tried to apprehend them as a group, as individuals, and as dyads and triads.