"Gaze upon death!" you chant. "Gaze upon death!"
The entire group goes silent, all of them eyeing you with suspicion and not a little hostility. They stare at you angrily, and the more time goes on, the more uncomfortable it is.
Under their hostile gaze, you turn and slink away, embarrassed.
Leaving the cemetery, you head down the road.
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