on we go

So because I have the Washington Post tab open, I couldn't avoid idly keeping an eye on the service of thanksgiving for Her Maj from St Giles, Edinburgh, and I tell you what, there's a moment two bars before the end of the last hymn where you see Edward and Sophie quickly turn around and put their bulletins down on their chairs and hurry to straighten up again, and then the camera shifts and the principal mourners are standing at attention, left to right—Sophie, Edward, Andrew, [skip two because it's Charles and Camilla], Anne, Timothy—because they've been standing and sitting and participating as you do in church, and in the kind of fugue state you get in when you're burying a parent, but now they're singing "God Save the King." It's like he's not their big brother anymore. It's something.