The wailing begins on cue. Wrathion (devout supporter of widows, orphans, and veterans) appears from the shadows to offer his sympathies on cue. Oh, but what is the matter? Oh, this poor woman!

She collapses to her knees, dramatically, and clutches his hands. Her husband, taken from her! She is so alone!

It is quite the spectacle, and certainly enough to make sure people are either staring at them or hurrying onwards away from them so as to not be drawn into whatever this fit of hysterics is.