ieces, and those performed by all, with one call and response section in the middle. After people had eaten their oh-so-holy crackers, another thing my grandmother would have been flabbergasted to see, the choir produced the "Communion Sentence," which also had a very fugal feel. The service began to draw gradually to a close at this point. I think we studied motets in this class, and thats great because thats exactly what the choir and organ performed next. It was very upbeat and more happy-sounding than anything since the Offertory had been. The "Post-Communion Prayer" was accompanied by organ, as was the "Blessing and Dismissal." Everyone sang along with the Organ on the last hymn. Then, the organ played another slasher tune to mark the Postlude, and the cultish figures in robes made some more laps around the sanctuary and vanished out a side door. As they passed people started breaking for the door, before the organ had even stopped moaning. I stuck around until the final chords had been ground out and the candles had been extinguished, then I tried to gracefully leave, and was only mildly rude to the guy in a robe and a hat with a topknot standing outside who kept asking if I was going to come back next week. ...
