The 30 minute shoot, turned into an hour and a half of 15 of us, all in heavier than normal makeup, wearing black, staring somberly at a casket, facing the sun, with the added reflectors and lights to minimize shadows, sweltering.
They finally got the footage they wanted. Of course we never get to see the finished product until it runs unexpectedly while you're watching reruns of Two and a Half Men. The best I can hope for is that the sweat that was streaking my makeup might somehow look like tears. Glam-tastic.