My favorite part of this is that when I think of the title, my mind goes "Ministers of Lace." I love the way the lace embodies Drusilla's desperate clinging to order and beauty and peace in her life. And how Angel and Darla's entrance destroys her order, making it bloody, rending the painstakingly created garment to shreds. And the fragility of the lace perfectly embodying the fragility of Drusilla, both in body and mind.