As I watch the USCCB meeting,
I think that this must be what purgatory is like. Endless meetings and speeches, all delivered in a monotone, without any apparent vigor or personal involvement.
If I were a bishop, I'd have to do something to spice it up--perhaps go up there juggling, or tap-dancing, or maybe proclaim Christ crucified. Just to stir the pot a bit.
(I'm joking of course--the job of bishop is a curse I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. God help them.)