She sat on the hard pew, squeezed between the freshman Congressman from Podunk and the Legislative Director for the Useless Committee. In the somber twilight of the church, the senior Senator from Whatsis reigned high in the pulpit behind the gleaming white casket, waxing poetic about the deceased’s long record of selfless public service. Wait, she thought, wasn’t it your interview calling him a corrupt stooge and pervert that caused him to commit suicide in the first place? Then she remembered there would be a sumptuous repast with an open bar afterwards. The alcohol ought to cover the taste of disgust.