Ushers

Ushers materialize amid the Washington National Cathedral's stained-glass glow, channeling Abbey Bartlet and President Bartlet through shadowed aisles to a front pew as Reverend Monohan's Resurrection prayer looms. Flanking Secret Service agents, they execute seamless guidance during Mrs. Landingham's funeral, their measured steps preserving decorum amid stony presidential exhales and aides' tear-streaked vigils. This cadre embodies ecclesiastical precision, forging unobtrusive paths that honor power's grief without disrupting the vaulted sanctuary's raw communal ache.