Mercifully, I worked the night before the deification and caught only glimpses of it, just enough to put me right back to sleep.
I did see George slouching in his chair with legs fully extended and crossed at the ankles, observing the parade behind the bullet-proof glass that kept him safe from his adoring subjects, and mother-Laura sneaking him side glances of disapproval.
What a lazy, arrogant thug he is.