Roy Thomson Hall, Saturday, August 27, 2011
“It looked like Hallowe’en in there!” chuckled a guest in full stage whisper as she exited the funeral service for Jack Layton into the North Lobby of Roy Thomson Hall. The service had just ended and I looked at her to see her expression as the tone was light and, well, giddy. She was already busy popping a mini Beef Wellington into her mouth as were the others around her, nodding in happy agreement. Her statement was without guile; it couldn’t have been with any—she herself was wearing a somber black outfit that was accented with an orange Fascinator-like hat. Her comment had just echoed the optimism of the ceremony. She craned her neck, scanned the crowd and asked, “Where can I get a drink?” of the now empty-trayed, blonde waiter.