The service was done largely in English but there was a translator for those who didn't speak English. It was a muggle service out of necessity for the muggle guests present. Angus had been to a good many of these in his time, and frankly, while he was not against religion, muggles had some bloody flat and boring services. The explanation that Basil's family was giving that a sudden illness had taken Basil, and that poor Gloria had died the next day of a broken heart. It seemed to satisfy the muggles at any rate. The family was largely ignoring Angus, Ruby, and the girls because they didn't dare snub them in front of the muggles.
At the end of the service, during the recession, the line proceeded to take everyone, pew by pew, up to the front of the chapel to view both Basil and Gloria before exiting the chapel. The women in Basil's family made a great show of open weeping, and Angus knew it was purely done for his benefit. This wasn't the first time he'd seen such a performance. Donohue women had done it for Benjamin and Eileen too.
As they filed out of the chapel, one of the muggle women who honestly didn't know Angus made a remark to him about how horrid of a loss it surely was for these women who were so terrbly upset.
"Yes, it's a terrible thing for them indeed," Angus said, doing his best to lay it on just a wee bit thick. "I'm sure it has to be a horrible thing for the fragile dears when they're not all that stable to begin with." The moment it left his mouth, someone elbowed him from behind. He glanced to see Edward giving him a very restrained glance to try to reprimand him. However, Angus knew darned well that it was the sort of remark Edward might well have made himself. If they hadn't been in this particular situation, Angus might well have accused Edward of just being jealous that he hadn't thought of the remark first.
Anise found her way to stand beside Angus, on his bad side, and he leaned down and whispered to her.
"How did you fit that holster to your leg?"
"It's not in a holster," she whispered back. "I sewed together a band of elastic."
"Where's you get the elastic?"
"I swiped one of your pair of underwear," she confessed. "I needed the black elastic." He rolled his eyes at her. "But it's good wide elastic," she said.
"We'll discuss it later," he told her softly.