The music at our parish tends to be, well, dirge-like. No matter the season, joyful or mournful, the music (organ and soloist, organ and choir) remains the same: slow and sad. Yesterday, my wife leaned over to me during one of the choir's normal sorrowful numbers and said, "I'm not at all cetain the choir is happy that Jesus has risen."

I had a difficult time keeping in the laugh.