Conclusion:

“The only deal on the table,” said the gambler with a shrug.

“The source of your meanings, and thus unable to be predicated by them,” the philosopher explained.

“The concern of each and every citizen,” the president read from the teleprompter.

 “Something I would love to have the luxury to think about,” muttered the citizen into her mug.

“Ninety-eight percent stuff you can’t even interact with,” the cosmologist stated, pointing to a screen full of numbers.

“Not very funny,” said the clown.

“Mostly irrelevant,” noted the biologist.

“The immeasurable glory of the almighty,” intoned the small, round-faced preacher.

 “Really big!” exclaimed the child with a reckless arm-flinging leap.

“Complete, and the fullness of time has come,” said a voice which had ever spoken only once, long ago, before there were any to hear.  And one by one they stepped out of their parts, shedding suits computers credentials memories bodies, and gathered blinking in the starlight for the final convocation.