And then I promptly forgot what they all were except for one. I know for certain sure what one of the Sorrowful Mysteries is, was, and always will be:
Even Mackie looks sad and somewhat at a loss.
I don't know how I shall find the strength to go on. To be without Red Shoes is to be without a soul in Russia. It is to be without Light and Rainbows and Comfortable yet Stunning Feet.