This was followed by a bit more random socializing, and then the main ritual. This consisted of a "Dumb Supper" (a LONG period of silence which included a meal), a Stations of Descent into the Underworld, and finally a "Dance with the Dead" in silence and darkness. The ritual was well structured and well presented, and obviously had a deep emotional impact on most of participants, me not among them.
This was followed by more socializing, and then the group dissolved, some to go home, some to spend the night in the YMCA dorms. I had planned to stay over, but decided to go home for more quality sleep. The drive was dicey (27 plus hours on my feet at that point), but I survived, slept, and went back in the morning for breakfast and a lecture on the history and use of tear vials (also historically fascinating). I hung around and helped them tear things down, and found myself privy to a post-ritual analysis meeting, which was fascinating.
I understand ritual. I BELIEVE in ritual. Once again, I am reminded that I seem to be completely lacking in the ability to connect emotionally to ritual. At least I didn't get the intense, "You do not belong here" sensation that I have gotten in some other experiences. And the people were wonderful, so I will likely be back.