They retold their experiences of Jesus, laughing even at the memory of his life with them, as we do. Perhaps they wondered how they would get on with their lives, as they knew they must and as they already began to do, making plans to visit the grave to touch his cold flesh, dress the wounds, and make him ready for proper burial. Their Saturday task was difficult, but really, all too ordinary. People die all the time, and we have to face it. Death, in the last analysis, is not unbelievable, even where we are surprised by it.
Death is all too real and all to believable.
But we have a certain advantage in our Saturday vigil. They were frightened at the empty tomb, terrified that grave robbers, or vandals, had stolen the body. It took a long time for them to realize that God had triumphed over sin and death for Jesus and for them. We too live in a perpetual Saturday for the victory over sin and death is still not complete. We still die.