He is risen!
Pick up the stray bulletins from the pews. Put away the sound equipment. Turn off the lights.
He is risen!
Get a start on next Sunday’s bulletin (it was due last week, but you forgot about it in your preparations for Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter).
He is risen!
Make a plan for what your family will eat this week. Get some laundry started. Clean the kitchen; it was overrun. And that trash! Take it out.
He is risen!
Get to work. Not in spite of the resurrection, but because of it.
YoRocko! 
Thank God this Easter season is over. I can’t bear it anymore. The torture of Jesus. The physical Resurrection. Why is all this necessary to repeat year after year as if it’s real?
“We who must die demand a miracle.
How could the Eternal do a temporal act,
The Infinite become a finite fact?
Nothing can save us that is possible:
We who must die demand a miracle.”
Auden, “For The Time Being”