I offer this very cautiously, and I am not trying to mock in any way. I sincerely apologize if this seems excessively irreverent...
In her senior year at UT, younger daughter and her best (female) friend rented a 4 BR loft on Gay Street with two guys, one of whom was Jewish. Basically, think “Friends” with southern accents. Well, one Welsh.
Anyway, when Passover rolled around, the roommate offered to provide a Seder (traditional Passover meal, which includes reading Scriptures.) He persuaded her (and the others) that whenever the name of the prophet Elijah was mentioned, she was supposed to drink a glass of wine. Needless to say, she doesn’t remember much of the last half of the meal.
Hubs is somewhat jealous that none of the Seders he participated in throughout his entire life were presented quite this way.
Shalom, y’all.