This is more of a production than Greta was expecting. It's as if the eulogy is being given before the funeral. She can almost, begrudgingly, understand the appeal, and why Guiteau would have been so furious to lose it. But it's also undeniably morbid. She finds herself watching it the way people watch the aftermath of a bad carriage accident.

But the most unnerving part of the whole proceeding is that she might be the only one not having a wonderful time. Well, the Balladeer doesn't seem particularly happy, either, but he does seem to be thawing as the song goes on. This is his job.

When the music stops, Greta holds her breath. What's happened? Has something gone wrong? She stands transfixed, uncertain if she should move or speak and ultimately unable to do either. Then the song resumes, and Guiteau ascends the scaffold steps for the last time. Greta drops her gaze, then, keeping it firmly fixed on the ground as the trapdoor springs open, the song wraps itself up, and the crowd slowly begins to disperse.