MICHELLE: Sorry! Sorry ... (with bitter self reproach) ... There you see ... I was a little verbose again and I got carried away ... I’m ever so sorry. (to the CROWD) Sorry.
CROWD kneeling round their wounded again. Moans etc.
GUEST: She’s killed the best man!
SECOND GUEST (holding a limp WOMAN): She’s killed my auntie.
FATHER: No, please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let’s not bicker and argue about who bored who to death with partisan political BS ... We are here today to witness the graduation of young people from high school and the commencement of their lives. Unfortunately, one of them, my son Herbert, has just fallen to his death from the bleachers.
Probably jumped.