Or Bill Cosby, who said just prop up the casket and have a set of audio files that matched up with each passing mourner. “Hi Bob, how’s the wife and kids? Gee, you’re looking great! Don’t I look like myself?”
I was home sick from 6th grade. My mom was ironing the laundry in front of the TV watching As the World Turns when the first announcement interrupted the show. She called me downstairs to the living room to watch the unfolding events with her.
In my area it wouldn’t be punk teenagers, it would be upper middle aged ladies with expensive coifs with frosted highlights driving Escalades and Navigators. I had one of them almost front end me by her passing a line of cars at an intersection (racing up my opposite direction lane after crossing over a double yellow line) and giving me a smile as she spend into the Starbucks parking lot on my right.
Or Bill Cosby, who said just prop up the casket and have a set of audio files that matched up with each passing mourner. “Hi Bob, how’s the wife and kids? Gee, you’re looking great! Don’t I look like myself?”