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Remember those funny fat persons trying to sell you anything and everything in December in the spirit of good cheer? They’ve now franchised into the tombstone business, a niche-market previously unexplored. Imagine finding one stuffed down your chimney after FC delivered it to your home on Christmas Eve. Imagine who’ll be so thoughtful to buy you a grafsteen on this special day.
And who thought death is a dying business?
Seriously, I know of people that had made LOTS of boodle through private cemeteries with 24/7 security. There is some method in the madness though with all the old tannies getting mugged & murdered in deserted graveyards. Why not plant dear old departed Paul or Peter in a secure place where the memorial stone won’t be desecrated and the flowers and lovely wreaths not affirmatively shopped as a late Sunday afternoon gift to A Very Special One?
I prefer to be burned and scattered and a big bash with Nick Cave’s “Weeping Song” being played over and over again. Nick says of this video that the idea was to film it outside on a fishing boat but they spent the production money on illegal substances to sort of ease the flow of the creative juices so some extreme budget cuts were required.
It’s still a great song though and quite a strange music video with the plastic sheeting and the fake moon.
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