In the months before I left I was an MS doing the sound for the memorial.
An elder was one of the servers, passed the bread plate all around the back rows then headed towards me.
I decided I didn’t need to be part of that ritualistic nonsense so put my hand up in a ‘stop’ way. The puzzlement stopped him in his tracks and was broadcast in his expression. After a minute to process this he moved onto serve those sat in the back rooms.
Then came the wine, and the same routine.
As expected, immediately after the memorial finished I was called into the back room by the elder and COBE and asked to explain myself.
I simply asked if it was mandatory to handle the emblems. Of course the answer was “No, but… (nothing)”.
I wished them a good evening and went back into the hall.