{EXCERPT} In all their ghastly affairs, these exhuberent sons and daughters of God's vengeful hand provide their services with no shortage of drama.
Choosing at random intervals through the minister's sermon, the Pulpit and Font are transformed into a feindish spectacle calling for the all the faithful to call out and hollar at their neighbor choosing from their own degree of rightousness to test their idea of godliness.
Presened at the Font leads a procession of 6 or 7 kinfolk all lined behind a lanky cousin of the Minister as he applys a glove and clamp to the casket housing the Things.
As the pianist and disognized choir attempt a broken aria, the first of the women kneels to greet the villified serpent held in no less a regard than our forebarers.
Out comes the snake, a Timber Rattlesnake. The variety known to kill campers and hillfolk alike in a number we may never ascertain....