We went to our church's Good Friday service, and it was rather abstract. Lots of music, readings, and a silent drama involving building a cross. Beautifully done, but not your average service.
Toward the end, eight-year-old Floyd leaned over and asked, every so politely, "Can we go now. I don't get most of this."
After we left (at the end of the service), I thought that's a pretty darn good reason.