Mary was planning to make an elaborate meal to celebrate the day, but a short while ago she suffered a mild flare-up of her trigeminal neuralgia. I urged her to put on one of her herbal "Muscle Melt" patches, but she was reluctant, since the supply is dwindling. It went a little something like this...
ME: You don't want to be suffering from jaw pain on a feast day.
Mary considers this, then nods and peels a patch from its foil envelope. Suddenly, as is my wont, I suffer a moment of crippling self-doubt:
ME: Is Easter a feast day? The Feast of Easter?
Mary absently nods as she fiddles with the packaging.
ME: [UNABLE TO LEAVE WELL ENOUGH ALONE] The...Feaster?
Mary ignores me and focuses on applying the herbal patch to her face.
ME: That sounds more like one of the monsters in Dennis Muren's 1970 stop-motion horror movie Equinox.
Mary ignores me.
ME: Also known as Equinox...A Journey into the Supernatural.
Mary really ignores me.
ME: Which, what with the dead rising from the grave and all, is actually a pretty good description of Easter.
Mary visibly gives up on me and any hope that this conversation with improve, which is actually a pretty subtle and complex piece of pantomime, yet her meaning comes through with amazing clarity.