The other day, on the bus going home from Jerusalem, traffic was suddenly stopped when dozens of chareidi men marched across the street together.
They were quiet and orderly, except for the simple fact that they didn't stop at the red light to let vehicular traffic go by. We'd all seen these phenomena before. They must have had been off to a funeral, so you could hear the expected question wandering around the bus:
"Who Died?"I never heard an answer.