Good Friday thought:

“I’m going away, where you can’t look for me;
Where I go, you cannot come.
And no one’s ever gonna take my life from me.
I lay it down,
A ghost is born.”

-Wilco-

Good Friday thought:

From the cross, the Christ yells, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

In this he was quoting the Psalms, his childhood prayer book.

At the end he was doing what he was taught to do as a boy: say his prayers.