There was the friendly psychopath who was always eager to disfellowship someone (including me).
There was the nice guy who got disfellowshipped twice for prescription medicine abuse and, later on, for adultery. He said at my judicial committee that if I were in Israel I would be stoned and that I was the greatest hater of Jehovah's people since Nimrod (with reference to my "apostasy"). He also repeated that in his car after he graciously offered to give me a drive home.
There was the aloof one whom I never had any dealings with.
Then there was the young newbie elder who announced my disfellowshipping at the Hall. When he saw me sitting there he flinched.