Yeltsin, The NYT's Farewell Photo

There's just so much going on in this photo: Yeltsin's widow crying. The strange bald Russian whose character in my mind seems to shift back and forth between bad mafioso wishing harm and supportive, gentle giant. Then there's the shoulder of a man in uniform present in the background, and at first glance, I could have sworn that his badge was the face of a shawled woman bawling. Finally, the woman or man blurred in the background wearing a pink shirt. Who wears pink to funerals? Who wears pink in Russia anymore? I mean....
Under normal circumstances I would also add some insinuations of pictorial farts (specifically to the bald man--perhaps that's why he looks so questionable?), but, c'mon, this is a funeral.