Unless you live outside of Utah, or in one of Utah's many unmapped caves, You know that Gordon B. Hinckley, president of the LDS church, just died. I went to his viewing today on the top floor of the conference center where a simple casket sat with a few funeral sprays and about four large men in suits (some with a bulge in the jacket) standing solemnly.
Afterwards three males of about 20 years of age walked down Main Street on the Eastern edge of the conference center plaza, where they shouted obscenities in the direction of the mourners.
As soon as they had crossed North Temple to Temple Square, one of them handed some money to a beggar.
I would never have shouted those things at anyone. Not at Catholics going to see a pope's body, not at an American Atheists meeting, and not even at people filing into an Amway convention.
But I can't remember the last time I gave money to a beggar either.