It's embarrassing, but when I see the pic of Ennis with the shirts, I want to make some quip about the newest detergent smelling funny, or something. The reality of the scene is so devastating and shattering that some psychological defense mechanism of out-of-place humour kicks in automatically.

I've enjoyed following your various viewings of the film and look forward to your in-depth responses when you feel ready to share them. :-)