This thread has just triggered something I'd forgotten. Back in 2013 at Mancbester summer convention. I got friendly with an elder and his wife. We found out that their son had recently been murdered, and I had lost my mum 6mnths prior. We bonded immediately.
There was a video in the afternoon about the resurrection. The violin music was excruciating. You could feel it suck the breath collectively out of the arena. The wife shot out of her seat and bolted. I looked around. Everybody just sat like statues glued to their seats. After about 5secs I instinctively caught her up in the ladies. We hugged each other for ages. Sobbing deeply. I now remember how violated I felt. Like I'd been forced to confront or perform to a certain behaviour that I didn't feel comfortable with. I felt her grief more than my own.
I also remember observing how a c/o behaved towards this elder's wife. I thought he was an ignorant tw**. I slipped her my email address, but she never contacted me. Aaah the memories. Golden, not.