Bet they pass the page around twenty times
Smoking blunts in the parking lot before, lots of arm raising and exhortations from hambones in the audience, some libations poured from bunkers of malt liquor into potted plants in memory of other gunned-down Brothers, who will now never be brain scientists, and the drinking and smoking leads to harsh words from those who either have been or believe themselves to have been disrespected, with a final series of running gun battles as the parking lot clears out, and with a half-hearted drive-by attempt by a car full of mourners who passed out during the services.