As I recall, no one dared to eat his face.
This reminds me of the time--true story-- that my parents had company over on Easter and my mom ordered a cake for the occasion. She requested that the words "He is Risen!" be written on the cake. When she picked up the finished product, "He is Risen" was in tiny black letters and looked quite gloomy. It was only then that she remembered that it was a Jewish bakery. We'll never know if that had something to do with it, but anyway the cake was tasty!