Challenge accepted.
The relatives got together for a few days of relative peace. Our cousin, who was in a band, needed to practice the guitar. Most of the younger folks wandered into the room where we continued chatting and catching up. Occasionally the guitar player would set the current task down on the guitar stand and join in the conversation only to minutes later curse at us for distracting him and he would go back to practicing. After many repeats of that scenario he announced that no matter what, he was not going to be distracted by us again. Ha, a challenge. We went about chatting like we had before, but this time, he was not joining in. My brother left the room for a few minutes and came back with the dog and a pillow. It should be mentioned that the male dog at that time was experiencing adolescence and would hump almost anything. The brother stuffed the pillow under the dog and thrust it a few times, the dog got the hint and took over enthusiastically humping the pillow. It should be noted that the quality of the music has dropped noticeably, the chords were all just a bit off, but he stayed at it, the heart wasn't in his work but his fingers still were. So my brother turns to him and says "By the way, that's your pillow." Challenge accomplished.
Sounds revolting.
I've not missed family reunions at ALL since I moved to Thailand in 2010. I used to dread them, but now that three of my siblings have outed themselves as devout Trumpites, I defriended them and have stopped contacting them.
Only one sibling left and she recently became all preachy and critical when I mentioned that I'm now agnostic, even though she doesn't attend church and has always seemed liberal. I just laughed and said I wouldn't judge her for what she believed.
But I have distanced myself anyway.