Gloomy Sunday
Reincarnation
Spaceflight Dogmatists
Slapstick Espresso
Fluffier Cashew
Palaeontological
You could tell by the way they sat on their hands, wiggling side to side, suppressing withered grins, the apostles were saving something special for the finish. As we neared the final hour of the weekend long event, there was little question this would be a conference to remember. In corridors during intermissions, attendees buzzed with rumors. There was much excitement about the idea of a change in commandments. They had experienced some minor and major policy change in the last decade (a little bit more rights for these folks, a bit fewer rights for those folks), and now the saints were ripe for something much bigger. In wards and meeting halls in the six months since the preceding conference, much had been speculated on. The lesser laws got a lot of talk. Maybe the saints would be allowed to drink coffee?